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I once lived in the shadows,
like a candle in the night.

I was silent and shy,
yearning to fly.

The chains I built were
tough to break,
but one night
I decided to try.

Like a burning flame I took a breath
and I burned hotter than before
melting my chains so I can fly.

Never again will I let the shadows win,
for a vampire poet is supposed to be in line
writing a design behind her bat wings
flying high with the moon in the sky.

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Cadrewolf2
00:51 Aug 20 2024

excellent

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At the sight of darkness,
my shroud loom's, dark
and gloomy my words whisper to
you.

My words are like fire
they burn with desire
like my hunger burns
for a bite.

Shrouds of pages, memories
long passed but not forgotten.

For my soul is written in blood,
poetry I bleed not for you but
for me.

You are my victim
my readers delight
oh how I turn in my coffin
for such a night.

Come now, I won't bite
I'm the shroud of poetry
lingering in the room on red lips
whispering to the walls so you can read me.