The World is A Vampire, Memento Mori

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Moon light, summer moon light by Emily Bronte 'Tis moonlight, summer moonlight, All soft and still and fair; The solemn hour of midnight Breathes sweet thoughts everywhere, But most where trees are sending Their breezy boughs on high, Or stooping low are lending A shelter from the sky. And there in those wild bowers A lovely form is laid; Green grass and dew-steeped flowers Wave gently round her head. Yeah, I'm breaking the habit, it's not so bad to post other people's piece, and since it's Brontë, I guess I can use the space here adding one of her pieces. Soon the heartless will get her muse back and start writing again, not as good as Emily though! Moon Shots by the heartless.

The death of the sun: Moonrise The night is beautiful The night is quiet Though my heart is willful Thirsty for fire I cried out for angels I wept rivers of blood I learned the demons’ language I lost sight of hope The night is lovely Tonight is overly fresh I miss the glint of lust I already knew it couldn’t last Those feelings of disgust Never failed to make me crash I climb the walls of woe I hum the hymn of rejects Despair is under my skin Still I beg and fight for release But darkness now has gone too deep For such agony and pain there’s no leash Another star shines up there as I quickly flinch The night is rightful, the night is dashing But my hands are sweaty And these fists are weary Trembling, I face the roaring scarlet moon Reflected in my blacked iris I bathe in my doom I treaded on demise, drank some wine and paced the room Looking for a long forgotten reason which could not bloom The night is