A brooding darkness fills the night,
The clouds forming shapes which are seemingly undefinable.
Restful.
Rain scattering from the sky,
Drenching the soul.
And lightning illuminating the shadows from their resful demise every few minutes.
The thunder adds to the drama of the scene,
Echoing, screaming through the night.
Through the dim rays of moonlight,
A shawdow beings to appear.
What seems a human shawdow,
Dashes through the silver moonlight.
As it silently rushes through the stormy terrain,
Lightening flashes and its reality is unvealed.
Eyes bluer than the brightest sky,
Skin as pale as a shinning star.
And fang, delicatly hanging from the figures bewitching mouth.
Vampire.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
O, no dear, there is no vampires...........lol