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waiting til the dusk and the sun's daily death
when once again, i rise hungry from my rest
i shall seek the coppery scent of blood upon the wind
and i shall find the humans upon whom to feed again

i mesmerize them helpless within a single blink
and my ivory fangs deep in their throats i sink
the life, the blood will flow and i will have my fill
the lovely taste of their blood on my tongue still

i strike them and drink, then i drink once more
thowing them to the earth or to the wooden floor
eternally night after night i drink, this my feast
to gorge and sate myself entire on the human beast

the night dies, as the sun arises to my bed i flee
taking no note of the waking world come upon me
seeking for the darkness, and coolness of my grave
to man i leave the sunlight in which he daily slave

my thirst for blood for one night sated
i go to my sleep my rest now unabated
in the wooden darkness of my coffin now i rest
in the ground unsanctified, the soil never blessed

©2009 Jeffery LordPeace an original poem by myself for the rave