09 Nov 2015 3 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: lost souls, mists, November, spirits., Vampires
Fog curls around the Forrest deep
Cold,damp the earth seeps
She arrives and men’s hearts leap.
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Auburn hair colour of leaves
Empty souls grieve
Vampires cold blood lust sieves
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Gliding through the mists and fires
Hungry she seeks her desire
Lures needy souls to her layer.
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Nov 09, 2015 @ 22:18:08
Wow wonderful words and photo!! I love this song as well!
Nov 09, 2015 @ 22:27:42
I love a little bit / bite of Gothic Vampire 🙂 xxx
Nov 09, 2015 @ 22:30:37
yes xxx 🙂