Vampires And Mortals - Poem by Naveed Akram
They crowd our hidden imagination,
Only by embarking on such a journey
Do we expose their true nature.
Mortal superstitions deal with vampires
Utterly bizarre, each feeds on creatures.
The lungs no longer breathe once the heart
Has been taken, for they feed on creatures.
One needs a strain of self-control,
Like mortals that are fortunate.
When the first city was acquired,
Its rulers fled, growing a new period.
Without restraint the rebellious ones move
Into their victims with teeth bedazzling.
Blood is a fluid so loved by them
That this liquid becomes their food.
Threatened and challenged, the vampire
Is a great horror for the sight and hearing,
It is better to reshape your life away from these fiends.
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