Like a lone wolf
by Guillaume Prevel
Like a lone wolf
Roaming snowy forests
Feral and torn by a raging hunger
I will flee all life on this painful land
Shadows of nothingness Will
lead me to some mansions
Where I will hide every evening
From the scorching sunrise
Only the cool wind of the night
will then pull me out of my lethargy
And I will haunt the lands again
Like a vampire soul
That seeks the sublime smile
In the company of death.
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No, my kind of vampires don`t sparkle in the sun and don`t have emo hairdos. They most certainly don`t wear tons of make-up and don`t chase deer in the forest! For me, the vampire is the bloodthirsty mythological creature that inspired the gothic novels and brought to surface the fears of the subconscious. For me… the image of the vampire is Norferatu or Dracula, surely not Edward Cullen. The only romantic shades that I can accept are those given by Anne Rice in the Vampire Chronicles.
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