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Apr 2015
Midnight came, calling my name
Striking the hour with torment
Playing a strange and hidden game
Of a living heart, sadly spent

Coming likely vampire this night
Draining me of my energy
Escaping like a bat, taking flight
Cursing me as an enemy

But she is here, protecting me
A love shining brighter, a star
Taking my soul, setting it free
Healing this body, no more scars

So Midnight will go, pass on by
Because she holds this broken man
Like an Angel, above the sky
She knows love, as sweet emotion can
Copyright © Chris Smith 2012
Chris Smith Dark Poet Soul
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Chris Smith Dark Poet Soul  Hemel Hempstead
(Hemel Hempstead)   
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