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The wine, red and thick,

Flowed from her lips like blood.

The wind glass, tipped on its side,

Lies beside her empty hand, outsretched,

A few drops left standing still in the glass,

Unshaken. The vamprie waits above her

Looking longingly at its

Fresh new kill.

He turns once before leaving,

Only to shatter the glass on a far wall,

Scattering the droplets vastly around the shaken room.

He pauses once more above the vicitim

Gazing at her beauty and

Forsaken soul with slight remorse

Before turning again and this time fleeing---------

The blood still stained upon his lips.



By Julie Anderson

The evil clock that never stops

that loves to mock the quiet thought.

As loud as screams it steals your dreams.

You'll never stop its ticks or tocks.

it rings its bell that comes from hell.

It plays it chimes that steal your time.

And soon you'll find it warps your mind.

It tears soul and takes control.

It ticks I try. It ticks I fly

It ticks I fall. It hates us all.

And at your best you'll never rest.

You'll finally weep yourself to sleep.

The evil clock, it never stops.

It loves to mock your quiet thought.

As loud as screms it steals your dreams.

A minute is eternity, it seems.



by stephen jones