Darkness of Lies
Through the night skies,
they could hear the echos and cries,
the vampire hunter exchanged greetings with his Lord,
who was polite but stiff in his replies,
he didn’t envy his Lord,
his life less-human, and more vampire,
the vampire hunter was a tomb raider,
and his Lord was a vampire traitor,
as he fights against his own race,
he’s a vampire’s disgrace,
the hunter felt a twinge of sympathy,
he could see the emptiness in his Lord’s eyes,
he has no more vampire ties,
a traitor to his kind, hiding behind,
the darkness of lies.
Copyright © Frank F. Atanacio | Year Posted 2009
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