I'm a child of the night,
suckling from a wayning moon,
Under the stars is where I call home,
Deeply rooted to the earth, I can barly move,
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Is it a thirst for blood or love...and it's a fantasy and so love be sometimes but if it's not from the surge of heart...
i love this poem. it reminds me of a book series called house of night by p.c. and Kristin Cast.