The night is bright with the full moon
And the air is thick with death
Demons rise from the pits of Hell
To feast on the warm flowing blood
And humans became the sacrifice
As evil walks in the flesh.

The stench of rotting flesh
The eerie radiance of the pale moon
Waned over the chosen sacrifice
The fear is not of death
Nor the rituals of blood
But of burning eternal in Hell

You will soon discover Hell
As the demons gnaw your flesh
And drink your blood
In the light of the moon
You will beg for death
For you are my chosen sacrifice

And my poor scared sacrifice
Be enough to appease the Lord of Hell
Will the Death
Of your Flesh
Cause the Moon
To weep tears of blood

The final drops of blood
Drain from the flesh of my sacrifice
As the waning of the moon
And the gates to the pits of Hell
Reject your useless flesh
And your soul yearns for death

But you are not claimed death
Although your body contains no blood
Your spirit is trapped in your flesh
Because for those who are my sacrifice
Are doomed to a undead Hell
To awake only with the moon

You have become death beneath the moon
The only desire is blood and flesh
And to find the next Sacrifice to Hell

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Andrew B. (armchairexplorer) - 12/29/2006 2:05 PM ET

The mind can conceive of many things. Not all these thoughts should be written down. But once written, they should not be shared. I consider this poem in that category. I regret reading it.

Marta J. (booksnob) - 12/29/2006 5:46 PM ET

Yikes. You're scaring me.

Michelle M. (emeraldthing) - 1/7/2007 12:45 PM ET

Is this supposed to be about vampires and thier prey? Just curious.

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