A black soul
The blackest of hearts
Filled with black blood
Black as the night in which he came
A monster in mans body
A vampyre
Thirsting after the reddest of blood
He came for me and I ran
But I could never run fast enough
And now I wander
with a black soul
And the blackest of hearts
Filled with black blood
For ever thirsting for a taste of another's ruby red blood.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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