You STOOD there watching,
Your eyes so concentrated.
All of you stood there,
What concern did you have for me?
I was a child brought up by light,
But in that one instant you changed it.
I see these “modern” vampires as they call themselfves,
And met some along the road.
But i have still yet to meet the old bloods,
The ancient legends.
For in every legend there is truth.
And this I believe.
Perhaps you come to hide in this new world,
And let the new claim your place.
Maybe the hurt and anger I saw in your eyes was hate of man,
Maybe hate of yourself.
Your legends are true,
Past down from generation to generation.
I am far older that what you might think,
And the only request I have for those in hiding is…
Will you show me more?
Contact me if you do decide to alwayshere92@gmail.com
