Gouge the eyes of feminine lust, <br />Those dreary men do give a thinker <br />One good stare, and you compel her to order her <br />Into a riddance, one of those funny songs <br />In the mind of the ejaculator - <br />His life has spanned forever, <br />Now that the Vampires can hurt <br />Those in dire need of trouble. <br /> <br />Eyes shall giggle and awareness be spoken <br />Through the eyes of a monk who lives as a cleric, <br />He can never ever sight It - The Demon. <br />“I spoke of a creature that arrests our stay <br />Into the world under the Sky, with blood it <br />Shall accomplish. And forever this way <br />Is the accompaniment of dread that I speak.” <br /> <br />Now, and then, a master of sorcery has bellowed <br />Strange words of nuisance to the existing crowds <br />Which are under the Sun of the Blood Brothers, <br />Or should I say Sisters? <br />Let the nocturnal setting be a reminder <br />Of a sick age of dinosaurs that crept so sylph-like- <br />As they call themselves for their pretend size. <br />I rather think as a philosopher Vampires roam the woods <br />Of a night that haunts many and many who dwell therein. <br />No more thinking. The Vampires are upset <br />And their extinction was from something. <br />But what?<br /><br />Naveed Akram<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/vampires-have-disappeared/
