The pain of longing, after dark,
She came to me, and left her mark,
She comes to me now, every night,
And always leaves me with her bite.
She comes to me, on moonlit beams,
She calls to me. throughout my dreams,
And when I wake up, at the dawn,
My lover leaves me, then to mourn.
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Meridian (184.108.40.206) -- Saturday, March 20 2004, 02:26 pm|
Hellsing; how creepy and suspenseful! This is the kind of poem that leaves you on the edge of your seat, biting your nails, and wondering what happens next!
Hellsing; is this a to be continued type of poem.......
Stay tune and don't touch that remote; Blood Night will be coming on next........
|hellsing (unknown) -- Monday, March 29 2004, 01:19 pm|
Yeah, ill have the second part done in a few weeks....
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