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Vampire Lies
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Favorites Come to me, Little mortal
I can bring you to heaven's portal
Thery'll be no sorrow, no pain
Feelings of joy will fill your brain
Come to me sweet human thing
Give me your heart I'll make it sing
Forget your fears, leave them behind
Forget the troubles of your kind
Come to me, yes, that's right
Now hold still, 'tis no good to fight
I'll take your blood and leave you dying
Didn't you know I could be lying?
Oooh this one is nice, I like it.
A beautiful poem about the enormous falsehood represented by the vampire. This is the only poem of yours that I have seen today, but I am very impressed. I recently posted one, very brief, about Bram Stoker's ulterior motive in writing Dracula, so the vampire has been on my mind recently.
Starward