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Sara Kellie Jun 2018
In your sun I know I'll drown
So I rise when it goes down.
Add all my years, I am so old
yet I'll never feel your cold.
Your punctured skin are signs you're dead
but that to me means I am fed.
I'll lure you in with fake romance.
The lies I'll tell, you'll take a chance.
Allaying your fears, I'll promise you years.
Then, muffled screams that no one hears.
So what you see as silver and gold
in reality, a death so cold.

Poetry by Kaydee.
Romancing the undead.
Unlikely to get pregnant,
more disemboweled in your bed.
Ira Aug 2018
A nosferatu in a humans shell,
With the ability to bring up a true hell.

The harbinger of death and undying,
He is the rebellion of god's un-unifying.

He was the impaler,
Vlad the 3rd king of Wallachia,
Considered to be the first vampire,
The demon known as Dracula.

He massacred thousands,
From the common criminals,
To those who despise him.

He was the first vampire,
The first son of undying,
He was hailed as the devil,
A reincarnation of riving.

Even though he is the nosferatu,
He knows he can be beaten.
Yet only one man has manage to defeat him.

Back then, the demon king knew he had lost,
But instead of his true death, he was spared for a cost.
Now many know him as something other,
Different then what he originally was.

He’s no longer Vlad Tepes,
No longer Dracula,
He is no longer the impaler,
The one known as deaths mailer.

He is now known as Alucard.
And The Bird Of The Hermes is his name.
Yeah. Hellsing is cool so *******. I do what I want.

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