Kiss of Vengence

I
They stand tall without what they hear
They died for nothing but the stilll they fear
The voices surrounding them till they break
They fell to bleed by the frozen lake,
Their souls in disgust and not at rest
They tear down those feelings at their best
Their eyes are red, but their blood is black
Walking down the mist, with a soul they lack.
II
A cold mist surrounding the lake
Is still, but the piercing sting by the stake
The vampires wandering without a sight
Depressed minds are alone at night
The moon, their guide and eyes for prey
The only intruders come here to stay
But then fail and are left to die
Now could vampires here stay alive??
III
One is never enough for these vampires of the mist,
It only takes another few months for another bliss,
For they await with nothing, not even care
All they want is to live and stay alive
But again a slayer will come to strive
He will succeed, or shall fail, then die
They still walk the lands at night but it's not fair.
IV
Above those trees, and the through the mist
They stand tall, full of strength and bliss
Alone but not dreadfully apart
They kill slayers and tear out their hearts
Blood falls but they don't waste a drop
Still they eat with all their might and never stop
'Till it's empty, then throw away the remains
Their clothes drenched in old blood stains.
V
Years pass by, but still their the same
They never grow old, and never tame
Teeth still fangs,but now mere sharp
They sound and move like the harp
Their hair so dark, you can't even see
For it is blind for the night and not to be
Longer than usual, but shines like the moon
Their face will get pale..... soon.
VI
Blended for the mist, they are now anew
Scouting the area for them they walk through
Thicker is seems, but still disperate
They become more hungary and more desperate,
Some die of starvation, and others triumph
They run, but wallk to carry their stuff
More do they stumble and are left alone
They died with nothing on their stone.
VII
One stands ot from the crowd
He is different, but never sad
Some features, but has a soul
He is a kind heart, not a ghoul
He wants to leave and a lover
The others won't allow, but only cover
Never had he killed, he had saved
An animal died, but slayed.
VIII
Someday shall he finally leave the mist
The others will stay and clench their fists
These wandere's alike, but one true
Nver shall they leave and become new
The nights become darker still
And the lake comes brighter to fill
One stands straight, others slump and fell
When then do they die, one stands tall.
IX
He leaves this lonely land, finally
The others stay, while the true are smiling
The moon glows darker. yet the sky is bright
Glows to the lake and make it light,
The mist once appeared and now it fades
Not even an owl hooting o'er any shade
They all die, but one survives
The others gone, but this one to strive.
X
Both free, but one so weak
No more wanderes to seak
May he live and become hungary for the rest of his lonely life,
And the stars above shine for strife
The lake still flowing and shining
He drinks it, still finding
The others' in love, but maybe comes to visit
But only find tha he is gone for a bit.
XI
Leaving was a last chance
He'll come back with others and rejoice
The mist appears darker than ever
This land now will sever
More to search and more to kill
Stomachs to feed, and the tombs to fill
The lake bigger and the moon brighter
He is on of the last, but a fighter.
XII
The other's comes back once a year
But only to smell the foul blood spilt
The stench of death is cleft in the air
And all lovely flowers suddenly wilt
The trees in sorrow, but still they live
A bright enamouring moon still surrounds
The blood thirsty Vampires and help to forgive
But another hungary century is still above the sounds.