Child Of The Night Poem by Crimson Love
Child Of The Night
I'm a child of the night,
suckling from a wayning moon,
Under the stars is where I call home,
Deeply rooted to the earth, I can barly move,
Teeth sharp, and ready for the kill,
a thirst only I'm willing to fullfill,
Is it a thirst for blood or love...and it's a fantasy and so love be sometimes but if it's not from the surge of heart...
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4/24/2024 6:46:19 PM # 1.0.0.1119
i love this poem. it reminds me of a book series called house of night by p.c. and Kristin Cast.