Little child,oh dark child.
How strange you are,
How evil and spitefull.
Gloomy child,
Angelic child,
How pale your skin-how cold your flesh,
Thirsty child,
Drink from the cup,
Drink from the stream,
stalk forth through some humans dream,
The dream becomes a nightmare,
The night mare-reality!
Chase through the night,
Fear in their eyes,
Waking spirits from their grave,
And calling them to a rise,
Fall back child!
You chase to long!
Make them suffer-and feed just before dawn.
COMMENTS
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cadrewolf
00:11 Feb 18 2009
Excellent
devilchick
02:40 Feb 27 2009
that is your best