Footsteps echo in the darkness of the shadows,
The moonlight fills the the sky as a low myst,
covers the cool damp ground,
Voices are like dreams with no words forming,
from lips.
Eyes dance with lust and passion as they watch,
from the shadows,
We smell the life force that flows through,
their veins and give them life,
We crave it, hunger for it, lust for it,
We walk alone as nomads or in groups,
We all follow the same thrist the same want,
that could drive us insane,
Are any of us sane or is that just a word,
created to judge,
We are immortal we are VAMPIRES through and through
Each of us are diffirent and unique to ourselves,
We feel passion, love, sorrow, pain, and even,
hate if it is called for,
Only one thought of caution,
Tread lightly when it comes to a Vampire.
