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We swept into the sleepy town

on wings of night; we were

a rushing, a ferocious wind

and we were hungry.



Some felt us coming.

Some amongst the fat

and frightened sleepers

raised their heads, their hooded eyes

would try in vain to pierce the dark -

as always, they would try to find

a refuge in a fire, that is all

they ever knew to have,

to stand between them and the endless night,

filled to the brim with life

that wants to feast upon them,

wants to sink its flashing teeth

without a second's hesitation

deep into their unprotected flesh

and tear their worlds apart

in a bright ruby sacrifice,

a baptism of blood that ends

their meaningless existence.



But all the fires do

is blind them further still

and take away whatever chance

they might have had to rise and flee,

or to agree and find a balance,

learn our ways and share our days and nights

in some form that resembles an ecology -

but they do no such thing,

instead they quiver and they tremble,

they pray, they stare -

right up until their end.



Yet there are others, rare amongst them,

who would try to see.



In every village, every town

there are a chosen few

who celebrate the coming of our kind,

who see us not as monsters

but as saviours and they prayed

that we should come and take revenge

on their behalf on all that madness,

all that sadness,

all those pointless lives and lies -

those are the children of the night,

they run to us and they care not

if they should live or die,

for those we are salvation,

either way.



So here we are and here we stand

in drifting veils of time and power,

our family is here and there before us

lies the sleeping town.



Bright is the moon above;

it lights the shadow shapes

of those few who have come to greet us,

meet us and invite us to begin the feast -

as is tradition, we enfold them first

and some of those if they are strong and pure

will join our family;

and others will find sweet release

and will receive the blessing of the night.



This serves to heighten our senses;

and the hunger is now such

that we must laugh and spin.



We stand together one more time as one,

we play with our exquisite and excruciating need,

we make it crest as high as it will be;

and then we rush into the town

and now, the feast begins

it's the end of the day,

the end of the world

as the sun burns up

mere mortals do stay

they each fear their death

but they do stare

the immortals among

discover their death.



as they stare at the sun

the vampire strikes

as the vampire bites

their death has begun.



lycans stand still to see their prey

but they are in weak mere mortal form

let the moon coincide with the sun

so that they become their true form



mortals do panic to see the true sight

the appearance of myth among that last day

they have no faith to believe what they see

the ideology of myth is swept away

the battle between immortals does stand

but on the last day, they join as a clan

the battle still rages between master and slave

but today, they together do stand.

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XxXdardarXxX
19:33 Jul 18 2008

this one is really good i like it a lot

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NoctusAngelusProcella
01:59 Jan 27 2010

wonderfully written

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run, run faster

keep on running

he is after you

and he wants your blood

he has no mercy



everyone screams

there is no way out

she is after you

and she wants your blood

she has no mercy



hiding behind a house

they'll find you anyway

they are after you

and they want your blood

they have no mercy



come out, come out where ever you are

you can run, but you can not find

for I am after you

and I want your blood

and I have no mercy



soon the world is all the same

soon no one has to run or hide

soon no one is after you

soon no one wants your blood

soon no one has mercy

soon you are also

a vampire

Every time you cry your crimson tears,

My heart breaks, sending it

Crashing among the shattered

Glasses that had yet to be

Filled by your Love and Beauty.



Every time I watch you

Slip into the silent ebony night,

I remember that we can never

Be together.



Every time I feel your silk-smooth lips

Press against mine,

Or feel your pearl white fangs sink into my skin

Taking out rushes of blood,

My heart soars into the abyss of happiness

That fills my soul.



Every time I see you embrace the

One that claimed your love,

My blood runs cold at the realization that

You don’t feel the same way



And every, every single moment

That I spend away from you,

I die just

A little

Bit

More.

A tale or a dream

His other life seemed

As he slunk through the shadows of night.

Barely remembered,

That fateful November,

When dark swallowed all of the light.

The bite.

The pain spreading through him,

The poisonous fangs dripping red.

As twilight consumed him,

He looked at what doomed him,

And these are the words that it said:



Creature of night,

Take heart,

Take flight.

You’re free now to do what you will.

No morals, no life,

To live out in strife,

Your pleasure will come from the kill.



As he had been fated,

He gorged and he sated

His thirst on the blood of the living.

Warm, dark and red,

The innocent bled,

Unaware of the curse they were giving.

Unliving.

He longed for the killing,

And in each waking moment it grew.

The feeling of spite

For all that was right

As his soul frosted over anew.



So now in the dark

He waits for the spark

Of a life that is ripe for the taking.

He longs for the day

And he can’t get away

From a trance that’s not sleeping or waking.

Lonely,

He wonders if only

The kiss of the sun would bring peace.

And so, come the morning

Despite instinct’s warning,

He’ll lie down and hope for release.

Darkness’ walker,

mysterious stalker.

Figure dressed dark,

no dog’s gonna bark,

when he steps out

of the shadows, never loud,

always silent he is,

bringing death’s kiss.

He’s an undead walking,

in the night he’s lurking.

He brings death and fear

there’s no help when he’s near.

No place to hide,

no way to fight.

Your life will be ended,

you can’t be defended.

He is your sire,

mysterious nightflyer.

And again.

The light fought back the darkness.

Silent darkness...

It fought back the fog.

Merciful fog covering earth.

Protecting from the light.

Glaring light.

Too glaring.

Pains.

Heat.

Fire.

Sun lighting the vampire.

Sun lighting me

as it once burned my soul.

Hiding.

Where to go?

Merciful darkness.

Hiding shadows.

Protecting me from light.

From sunlight.

Sunrays touching me.

And again pains...

Escaping.

Hiding.

Shadow.

A place to pass the day.

Keeping my death away.

Sleep.

Passing time.

Finally the sun sets.

The night’s coming.

Beautiful night.

Merciful night.

Poor little vampire.

Had to say goodbye to the day.

Only the night for living.

But uncountable nights...

And again there´s the night.

The merciful night.

I wanna stay here forever.

Keep the light away.

Forever night.

Forever safety.

No fears.

No sorrows.

Beauty.

I wanna live forever.

I don’t wanna die.

Redeem me.

Take me with you.

Make me one of yours.

Make me a creature of the night.

The beautiful night...

I´ll miss the day...

but the night caught me.

Nothing will ever be as beautiful

as the night.

When will they realize?

The day is the time of hiding.

The night’s the time to live.

The beauty of the night...

I can’t live without it.

I will leave the day

if I can have the night,

if I can live forever.

Melancholic night...

Sadness...

When will I get it?

Will I?

Only one minute...

A short pain redeeming from an everlasting.

Goodbye day!

Hello everlasting night!

Bite me!

A vampire is born...

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XxXdardarXxX
19:34 Jul 18 2008

this ones definatly my favorite

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The sun rises.

It’s beautiful.

But it brings the light.

The merciless light.

Showing everything.

Fighting back the night

until there are only some shadows

telling about the beauty of the night.

Of the merciful darkness.

Too glaring.

So cruel.

It’s warm but...

It could never be as warm

as the night is beautiful.

It’s hot and it’s light.

I’m thinking of the night.

Its coolness and its darkness.

And again it’s killing my soul.

The hectic of the day

makes me crazy.

I’m longing for the peace,

the peace the night will bring.

Hectic and noisy,

that’s the day.

Too many people

running around,

busy with nothing,

unimportant stuff.

Memories of the night...

It’ll come again...

It’ll bring peace and rest.

It’ll make you forgetting...

about sorrows and fear and problems.

But it’s far away...

The day...

Too glaring...

Pains...

The night.

It’s beautiful.

There’s nothing that could only be half as beautiful as the night.

The stars are shining.

The full moon above me.

Why does the night pass by?

Why couldn’t it last forever?

The night is the time of the memories.

It’s the time of the lovers

and the time of the lonesome.

It could be the time of rest,

the time of sleep.

But isn’t it too beautiful to stay at home and sleep?

The night is magic.

I can’t stay at home

when it’s dark outside.

The night is the time of mysteries,

the time of demons,

of vampires.

But the darkness of the night isn’t dangerous.

It’s peace in it, safety.

It covers the guilty and the haunted.

It’s merciful.

The time when I forget about day.

About all its problems,

its sorrows.

The time when I’m happy.

The time when I’m sad.

The night is everything for me.

It’s all that counts.

Nothing is as beautiful as the night.

I wish it would never end.

Just everlasting,

lasting for eternity...

The sun sets.

The creatures of the night

coming to play...

to play with humans...

naive humans...

No one knows what will happen.

You don’t know, either.

Although it’s your life

that’s going to end...

tonight.



The darkness is falling.

And you’re still happy.

You still don’t know what will happen.

Still don’t know anything.

Soon you’ll learn...

You’ll learn to love eternal life.

You’ll learn to love the night.

You’ll learn to hate the day.

Same as I did.

And you’ll learn to love me.

And maybe, someday, I´ll tell you...

tell you why you had to die...

tonight.



The moon is rising.

And I found you.

I took all my hate...

and made you one of us...

Now you’re lying on the ground.

The pain is for the moment...

but it’ll let you go.

And only the sadness will stay.

The sadness of having lost your life.

And maybe, one day,

of having lost your love.

But for the now it’s the sadness

of having lost your life...

tonight.

Welcome to my home.

Hell within the dome.



People with black robes passing by.

Couldn't see past their mask, even if you try.



See the smiles on the real ones face?

See the tears leaving their trace?

See the red glowing eyes behind the mask?

See the blue eyes of the Angels after his task?



In ones face,

the one with the tear trace.

The one with the red eye.

The one who refuses to really cry.



The one with the blood all over their robe.

The one known threw out the globe.

The one with the small smile on his face.



A smile hidden behind his mask.

A smile, one not to ask.



A smile hidden in the heart.

The one whom lives with a missing part.



The red eyes will turn blue

only past the mask can you see what’s true.



The mask of emptiness.

The mask of cold.

The mask as hard as gold.

The mask full of the lies told.



A dark mask for a dark heart.

But not if your really smart.



Look behind the red eye.

You will see what wants to cry.

You will see an Angel fly.

You will see a wounded heart die.

You will see, an Angel behind a Demons eye.

Brighter than the sun this lake,



Boiling as a cauldron deep,



And though no thing alive could stand



This fiery furnace, molten hot,



Perceval glimpsed creatures there,



Most dark and dreadful to behold.



Writhing beneath the seething surface,



Flames of crimson; amber; gold,



Were things of wing and fang and talon,



As though from the abyss had crawled.



But on the shore there stood a knight,



Adorned in mantle, vestal white,



A red cross on his chest emblazoned,



A holy light around him shining.



To Preceval this knight did turn,



He raised his arm towards the lake,



And in a Stern, commanding tone



Bade Perceval cast the treasures in.





Perceval stood still as stone,



His heart went cold, his fingers froze,



He felt he couldn't bear to throw



The precious treasures from his hands.



Then the knight did speak once more



Hos voice an arrow driving deep;



We are brothers, Perceval,



Your Brethren would not lead you wrong.



All that is lost will be restored.



All that is dead will live again.



And Perceval, his faith returned,



Did lean and cast the treasures in.



The cross of bright, unalloyed gold



Yellow as the morning sun;



The candlestick of seven prongs



Of beaten crescent of hammered lead



Its rough-hewn surface shadow-dark.





All at once there rose a song



From many voices joined as one.



Borne on a breeze, sweet and pure,



They filled the sky like breaking dawn.



Now the lake was fire no more



But tranquil blue of water clear,



And from it came a man of gold



With silver eyes and lead-black hair.



Perceval fell upon his knees



And wept and wept for utter joy.



He raised his head and thrice aloud,



Hail to thee O Lord! he cried.