Stench Of Immortality

Creeping into the nightly air
Comes the stench of death
And to all who are of the undead
It is the smell of decaying flesh
That's how we tell each other apart
From within our hierarchy
Those of us who've been around
Not merely years but for centuries

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Eye Of The Beholder

I've witnessed history being told
Seeing events as they unfold
I've observed atrocities taking place
Committed throughout the human race
I've watched people plague the earth
And many have died since my rebirth
I've viewed mankind for what I need
A source of blood from which to feed

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The Lady Spinster

All alone in a house
Surrounded by cats
With her nose in a book
She pulled from a stack
This life of solitude
Many years she has led
Never finding true love
She's chose not to wed

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All Wound Up

Within a handmade box
Out pops a surprise
Only when wound up
Can you see what's inside
If you turn the crank
It plays a cheery tune
And after moments pass
A fright will then ensue

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Uninvited Guest

Aroused by the sounds
Of footsteps down the hall

And when they approach
I hear my name being called
I soon see an apparition
Appear out of nowhere

But after staring back at me
I watch him vanish into thin air

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Preternatural Mindset

Decades have passed by me
Then fade into centuries
The monotony of time
Leaves cobwebs inside my mind
And with no company to keep
My will to feed grows weak
Spending forever alone
In a world where I don't belong


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Nosferatu

Their skin is pale
Their bodies are cold
They do not age
They cannot grow old
They cast no reflection
The sunlight they must heed
Their existence is unholy
On human blood they feed

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In Retrospect

As I walk down a crowded street
Staring at all the people I meet
I see someone that I once knew
Now coming directly into my view
I speak to her so my voice will be heard
Though she passes by me not saying a word
I look back but in an instant she's gone
I then wait until evening when I return home
To make an inquiry about my estranged friend
By calling on one of her beloved kin
I am told that she is with us no more
Having just died only the day before

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Iron In The Blood

A group of people
From a European race
Dressed old fashioned
Exhibiting peculiar tastes
Born with a rare disorder
A lot of iron they need
Having a constant hunger
On human blood they feed

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The Baby Carriage

An odd sound in the night
Fills the house with gloom
The cries of a ghostly voice
Coming from the attic room
As I make my way upstairs
And I open wide the door
I see an old baby carriage
Left from the century before

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Discarded

An old toy in a child's playroom
Handed down as a family heirloom
A favorite among the other things
When wound up a song she'd sing
But over time she's been misplaced
And left outside of her glass case
Now lying upon the dusty floor
A broken doll no longer adored

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Becoming A Ghost

I was never one who believed
In things that went bump in the night
Strange noises I sometimes heard
Didn't cause my heart to jump with fright
I had always disproved using logic
What was thought paranormal by most
Until the day when I found myself
To be dead and presently a ghost

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Literary Solitude

His eyes were gray
Full of weary and woe
Like the books that he read
Filled with stories by Poe
All alone in his study
Where he kept to himself
Surrounded by volumes
He had stacked on each shelf

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