Blackened Souls

This is poetry from a very hard period of my life. I hope you enjoy. Some are happy some are morbid.


14. Slayer

Their blood drained from their veins,
They looked so small.
So weak.

But I knew better.
When they woke,
They would take their turn.
To drain, to kill.

I won't let that happen.
I will stake them now,
As they slumber in their,
blood dreams.

Cut off their precious heads,
Take their knowledge,
Their power

I am Thalia,
The last vampire slayer.
Created a millenia ago
To seek,
To destroy.

The one's that look like man.
But are really the monsters
That star in children's nightmares.

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