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The Crimson and the Excuse

I feel the anger building,
Its here again, 
I can feel it, the darkness that consumes.

I fight its urges and yet I struggle in vain,
I know that I am the monster in the dark,
I know before long it'll consume us both.

I fight against it for your benefit,
And yet it is in my nature to hunt, 
To feed and to corrupt.

With each night I prowl,
I stalk the unworthy,
I watch them waste their lives.

Then I take it!

They chose to do nothing,
Or they chose to do too much,
I only chose their death.

I demand nothing from them,
At least nothing they are willing to share,
I am their judge jury and executioner.

I no longer stalk them, 
I strike using that inner hatred,
For all they are and I am not.

I leap forward and bite hard,
I take their life into me,
And I am fed their emptiness.

I consume them under the dark of night!

I am unhappy with my duty,
Although it is a needed duty,
I cull the herd that is unworthy

I remove those on the edges,
I take them to enrich the lives of others,
I take them to a new existence.

Unlife is a just word,
We are not dead and yet we cause death,
Ours is a poetic justice.

I feed on their hearts
So that I may live
So that I may continue my job

I am death incarnate!

I agree that we few,
We lucky few,
Be harmed by the sunlight

Sunlight is a life giver,
We cannot be with that existence,
We are shunned by its light.

We live in the light of the moon,
Its reflected light makes us glow,
Gives us the light for our hearts

As I feed on their hearts,
My heart is warmed my the moon,
And the stars make me soar.

I am a child of the night!

I embrace what I have become,
With the thoughts of a world without me,
I may be darkness but what is light without dark.

I give space to the deserving ones,
So that they can then cherish what is theirs,
So that they can prosper in that wake.

I feed and with a mouth full of life,
That life is from another,
No longer life but death.

With that crimson fluid comes emotion,
Mixed emotions so that we may live,
Will you forgive the crimson of me?

Will you judge the Vampire that strikes your heart?

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Charmaine Chircop Date: 9/19/2009 9:58:00 AM i ll never judge the vampire in his duty of the night,the child of the night,i call you moonchild..and i love the crimson title...it reminds me of a crimson rose somehow..excelllent--Charma Login to Reply