Forget Me Not
For Eternity Never Will
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T’is a night of sorrow,
as the shadows lengthen across
the land the vampire stirs.
Night shrouds her brooding form,
of timeless desires.
Her unruly hair cascades over
pale, tragic shoulders,
as her scarlet lips part slightly,
to taste the blood streaming
from the flesh beneath her.
As she rises full,
I remember her with contempt.
I forgot who I was,
she who lays with decay,
the sun shuns me for eternity.
T’is a night of sorrow indeed,
a death forgotten by the one
who once lived (as me).
© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton
From
Vampires Eat Bloody Poetry
and
Bat Cave Poetry
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