Vampires

Are we longing to be something we are not?

We talk in many languages

We never break the peace

We always see our solitude

As wonderful release

Were ancient as the monoliths

The burial mounds of old

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Were glorious as the sunrises

And barley fields of Gold

We move in silent reverie

In whispers on the wind

Were many whom are virtuous

And many who have sinned.

We know of your distractions

The yearnings and the lust

You mortal men just live a while

Before you turn to dust

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You dare to think us lonely

Were One my dear you see

You think us passing nomads

But we are really free

Were called by many adjectives

For we have no true name

The truth in honest daylight

Is that we are all the same.

Reviews

[FlawedByDesign]

Nicely done. Good rhymes and an interesting depiction of vampires. You've displayed them in a warm, welcoming light; hard to think of them as anything malicious by the sound of it.

[Rain]

Nice poem
Great rhythm, and good job with the rhyming, and you craeted imagery. Liked how you compared mortals to vampires.

Really enjoyed this poem. Great job!