The Unsent

by Elizabeth Ann   Dec 3, 2006


*The grief of a vampire*

Scented carrion rakes my conscious
Siring a feral outbreak of death
My quickened limbs part as I run from its horror
Blurred by the victims’ ashes

*A silent tear falls as all their eyes go dark*

Reborn unto this woe and that my greatest misery
I have lost as common as I’ve done
I have lost…

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