Fruity.

A vampire, maybe, she wanders into the night.

A Vampire in love, maybe, scorned by the lustful moon,
Blue flowers and crimson petals, her wings bruised by the countless battles,
Love & life, her pale lips glowing under the fleeting night light.

A vampire , maybe, with but one simple wish of eternal tranquility.

A vampire, maybe, with a life she left behind,
dreams of light caught in her mind.

A vampire, maybe, with dreams of leaving the shadows,
Her carnal desires, her tainted conscience,
The only light left in her.

A Vampire, maybe, perpetual lust of countless men,
Maybe, just maybe, her only desire, to be seen,
Yet a desire be a desire, a dream be a dream.

A vampire, maybe, with a thirst for a miracle.

The miracle of death, the novelty of life without immortality,
A vampire, maybe, in all her ambiguity.

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Adriel 7/7/08