They wait.

by Naomi   Jan 18, 2005


Vampires roam the land at night, they wait in dark
streets until the sun would extinguish for yet an other day.
They wait for there dinner.
They wait for someone they could flicked their pain upon.
When night slowly turns into the cursed day they go and rest and wait for there beloved night.
They wait , every day and every night they wait… for us.
But some vampires wait for redemption and some wait for forgiveness.
They will always wait for us.
They will wait until we are ready to become one of them.
Will this be the end of mankind? Will we all die out? Only they know.

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  • 18 years ago

    by Naomi

    Thank you, I am really glad you like my poems.

  • 19 years ago

    by Rachele

    very good i think its heaps kool about how you go about vampires and i love the last line "only they know* keep up the gr8 work
    best wishes always luv rach