Robert L. Bixler III
Creature Of The Night - Poem by Robert L. Bixler III
In darkness swirling sound
Death is abound and all around.
Find your solace in the final requiem
When with salty taste life leaves, carpe diem.
Vampirish lusting-love desire in thee.
Thirsting decayance of death of me.
But I fly the darkened night,
A much cruel and respited sight.
Your weak mind and uneasy soul
Would fall short in death with this dole.
Only one pure of heart,
And self-sacrificed, could start
To survive this morbid flight
That I have come to love. I am a creature of the night.
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