Call of the Undead
They come from the portal
walking the streets of the village,
as the shadows fall.
The undead walk under the cloak of the golden moon,
their red eyes stare out upon the streets,
they are looking for something...calling out,
they are calling the names of people,
their eyes seek for the names of these,
their mouths whisper their names,
they need to feed on the flesh of these,
for only the flesh will fulfill their need
they walk the cold silent streets and moan,
while the village is alseep in dream,
their hungry eyes look for flesh to eat
even the cats and dogs are a treat
and the guinea pigs too
as they walk the streets and moan
itching for some blood and bone to eat,
a real delightful treat
they crave that under the golden moon
soon the people will see,
the vampire in their dark cold lonely room
and while they dream so peacefully,
the vampire licks his hungry lips,
and slowly walks to the bed to feed on sweet flesh,
to fill his empty soul,
the people in their beds hear a whisper,
as the blood is being taken
they too become one of them,
one of the undead,
then they too walk the streets,
and whisper the names to feed upon,
for now they are part of the undead,
the undead walk the streets,
and whisper the names to suck and bleed,
through the night they take the life,
of all the lives in the village,
until not one is left behind,
for the undead feed on all tonight,
this is not a true story but a legend.
Written by
Starstruck13 & Dissolvedlines
By dissolvedlines
© 2008 dissolvedlines
(All rights reserved)
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