Rise beyond the dusk of Desolation The sojourn of the walk upon the landscape beyond quietus Its crystal thirst burns of dusty centuries thus he shambles past the creak of rusty graveyard gates To partake of the host the swell of her virgin blood truncated by his glistening fangs The vast hunger sated
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Reviewed by Tracey L. O' Very (Reader)
Reviewed on February 6, 2005
Wow Chilling! Really feel the walk he walks. hear the creaky graveyard gates Very Chilling.
Halloween poem!
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Halloween poem!
Thank You
love tracey xoox