The flow of blood
Author: Stu138The flow of blood spreads deep,
within the tainted soils of hell itself.
Though the devil's soldiers walk the hallowed earth,
The land belongs to the reaper.
Guns lay battered and lifeless beside the soldiers,
who are just the same.
Men fight in futility for their homes.
They die.
As they all do.
Blood drinkers flit from carcass to carcass,
draining whatever life they find.
Some are blessed with unlife.
They join the winning side and fight like a plague.
Infecting the survivors.
But they live for more than blood.
They live for immortality.
Eternity is only a last breath away.
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Posted: Sat Jun 27, 2009 6:46 AM CST
About this poem:
Ive always has dreams about vampiric war, mostly because of my fascination with vampires. I thought I'd jot it down onto paper...well, not literally but you get the point.