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Written by Rachelle
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Monday, 29 June 2009 |
We dance our human masquerade,
pale lips covering sharp points.
We smile with eyes so coolly glazed,
and haunt the human joints.
We suck the souls right from their necks,
and eat their very lives.
We travel in our loyal clans,
and thrive in bloody hives.
Our skin so pale and often cool,
we are the nightmare beasts.
We search the calm and deadly nights,
for fresh young human feasts.
We are the vampire swarm,
the horde that walks in death.
There is nothing as sharp as our silver fangs
and nothing as cold as our breath.
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Last Updated ( Thursday, 02 July 2009 )
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