Pale skin glows,
Red hair blows,
Both in a gentle wind and moonlight.
Black cloak billowing in the wind,
Black heels clicking on the ground.
Red water, i see?
No, to thick and dark.
Blood is what we see.
(Blood dripping down,
Down to the cold, hard ground.)
Momma, i'm scared,
Momma, where are you?
Momma, please stay!
(The lady is here,
Here for you.
Angel of Death,
Mistress of the kill)
The moon shines red,
People are Dead.
Walking closer,
Everything seems to be at peace.
(She seems peaceful,
But it's just the air.
The air of eerie peace.)
Peace From A Vampire.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem