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Nosferatu

Nosferatu

Heady fragrance arose,
Keen talons, carnage blows
Rouge weeps intensely deep,
Ruthless dispatch, rigor sleep.

Graves dot loamy knoll,
Belfry dins final toll.
Honed fangs gaping yawn,
Glut greedily hell-spawn

Cadaver mortis decompose,
In nature's womb juxtapose
Β Suave Nosferatu, undead,
On a plot lightly tread

Heaven shant aid curious fools,
Who stray to domain he rules.
Seductive elixir humanity,
Compliant prey vitality.

He who stalks hazy mist
Fodder not hard to resist
Hellhound dares to drink,
Render all who intrude extinct

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Liliana of the ...

Great topic.
Love vampires and admire there grace and will to live forever.Β 

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Marion

Dark and disturbing...your word choices perfectly convey this Lisa...x

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Lost Feeling

Wow, i kind of got a scary feeling inside. You really write deep and your english are good.Β 
The poem also made me think and i love poems that make me think over the point with it.

Wonderful written

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Lost Feeling

No problem. You are right, reading others poems make me think in a different ways. To see others words with power makes me stronger too.Β 

Thank you for the advice

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Lost Feeling

Yes, and i really understand you on that. I feel the same. It kind of gives me another way to look at the same feeling.Β 

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