
a vampiric poem i might use later in one of my stories. rated for slight refernce to death and gore.
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Angst/Fantasy - Words: 91 - Reviews: 5 - Published: 07-29-04 - id: 1679493
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The Forsaken
In the darkness we are made
Of the shadows we wait,
Waiting for the sweet savory liquid life,
Granting eternal slumber to the fading.
We are the Forsaken
But in my shrouds of elegy I skulk,
Watching laughing lovers kiss with tenderness,
With a love I shall never have, never feel.
For in the end,
My tainted tears are all I have.
Pain is my friend
Abjection is my enemy
Time is my gift
Immortality is my curse
And Death is my cure
I am forever the Forsaken.
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