by Charles Ivey

Created on: May 15, 2007   Last Updated: May 17, 2007

The darkness embraces that which it owns
Every blade of grass and every small stone
Black silent seas licking black silent lands
A dark silent being with blood on his hands
The kill has brought peace for a time it will last
The hunger will rise and will come very fast
In this peace I will savor and hold as my own
Until once again into death I am thrown
The mortals they glow with the aura of life
She is so beautiful I'll make her my wife
But what if she wishes to not be my bride
Then again as before I will die deep inside
And this game I will play for I know nothing more
But the taste of the blood and the dark and the cold

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