First it was a wonder a fancy if you like,
then become a sensing of others in the night,
it then become a quest to find the faces there
so with out conciseness or knowing, forgetting any wrong took upon this passions burden forsaking all else loved
become one with night and fowl of sun no glory dose it bring for this one man has been turned,
Vampires now his Kin
COMMENTS
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Kalera
11:50 May 06 2009
Oh, I like this a lot! It actually feels fairly relevant to some of the thoughts in my own mind. Now if only I could write poetry... *jealous*