Bloodlust.

With veiled eyes upon the ground
They moved about without a sound
This cast with grace beguilled the eye
To swoop about the midnight sky
Their silence chills both skin and bone
And suddenly you feel alone
In awe of what appears one mind
That changes shape and seeks to find
The prey which it must feed upon
A driving force that holds the throng
A bloodlust from more ancient times
Steeped in folklores shrouded crimes
Their bloodshot eyes now pierce the black
Devils no, just vampire bats.



Poetry by penfold18
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Written on 2007-03-04 at 13:01

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