Their night is day
their day is night
they hate the rays of sun
Their world dark
their veins empty
like them there is none
Col blooded, pale creatures
Ghosts of the past
Their existence still a mystery
They are the carriers of death
They are the kings of darkness
They are the devils of history
Shadows too evil
eyes thirsty for blood
they keep waiting for there prey
never sleep
never cry
to no god they pray
no morals
no emotions
they are away from all strife
they have no heart
they feel no pain
free to take their flight
they are mortals
they are no liars
Known all over the world
They are the legendary vampires
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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