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Vampire Melody
The vampire is on the hunt for new blood
Cursed to prey on human flesh for eternity
But this vampire is a little different
She is dressed for a masquerade
And she is playing a violin
She is playing with such passion
Tears fall from her eyes
She always plays a haunting piece of music
Before she starts the search for new blood
She has feelings and emotions
She can relate to the pain of her victims
They will join her in this eternal curse
They will hunt together
The music fills her soul
She remembers when she was a mere mortal
And destined to grow old
But she fell in love with a vampire
And her fate was sealed with a kiss
So if you hear beautiful music in the distance
Somewhere close to the local cemetery
Don't be fooled by the haunting melody
It is the sound of death
So run for your life
And avoid the kiss of the vampire
The vampire is on the hunt for new blood
Cursed to prey on human flesh for eternity
But this vampire is a little different
She is dressed for a masquerade
And she is playing a violin
She is playing with such passion
Tears fall from her eyes
She always plays a haunting piece of music
Before she starts the search for new blood
She has feelings and emotions
She can relate to the pain of her victims
They will join her in this eternal curse
They will hunt together
The music fills her soul
She remembers when she was a mere mortal
And destined to grow old
But she fell in love with a vampire
And her fate was sealed with a kiss
So if you hear beautiful music in the distance
Somewhere close to the local cemetery
Don't be fooled by the haunting melody
It is the sound of death
So run for your life
And avoid the kiss of the vampire
Literature
longing
I'm surrounded
yet so very
far away
longing
for something
anything
to feel
in this vastness
that taunts
with it's
unfamiliarity
Literature
Cthulhu
It sleeps.
The darkness
reverberates
with its movement.
The man has stumbled
into ancient darkness,
dragging
his wetness
through the chamber,
hurt,
abandoned,
unlucky.
The man
is lost
to humanity.
It dreams.
It has been waiting
for so long.
The man has found
light,
light he wishes
he had never
seen,
light,
that illuminates
the tentacled god,
trapped,
light,
that fragments
his sanity.
He exists
in a moment
of pure terror.
He is
undone.
It still sleeps.
God help us all when it awakens.
Literature
The Halloween Train
the halloween train
doesn’t stop here,
but knives do
and menace does
menace does
whatever the night
might
disguise as a form of charity;
its giving, an act
of giving back
to the ground and sky
the moon might shine these ideas
as bright to some,
its clarity
dilutes this liquid atmosphere;
here, fear
in its truest form
is no monster
it takes on the shape
and weight
of familiar indentations
in the seat beside you
yet, this halloween train
never stopped to pick you up
and will not stop to let you off
touch the empty seat beside you
and commit to memory, how life looks
streaking by in fogged over windows,
in droplets collecting and trailing like comets
touch the empty seat beside you
and adjust your belongings;
pretend
you’re simply preparing to disembark
at the next stop, now
lose yourself in the window
in the slow song of click clack
and its side-to-side sway;
look around for a cord, a handle to pull
look anywhere but down
into the empty seat beneath you
If you hear a haunting melody a vampire may be close at hand and you may find yourself a potential victim. Beware the kiss of the vampire!
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