menash mohan shrestha
The Vampires Are Out - Poem by menash mohan shrestha
Sharp canines shining in the lunar beam.
Displacing everyone's heart as they scream.
Haemophilic vampires are out of the mist.
To drink fluid of life, as a devoted sadist.
Give them your life, they drink away your pain.
And alone, you are not, in this vain.
My soul, my life, for them just to give.
Joining them, cause with them indeath,
Forever I live.
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