Welcome

Welcome back, curious friends, invisible companions,
It’s early dusk and it’s time to hear about mythical travels,
To a mysterious place, reserved only for true immortals,
where the types of dogma taught by society, just unravels.
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I will like to invite you to experience simplicity and silence,
new to man but not to vampire (yes, we been here all along),
to free your soul from any perception of happiness, sadness,
noise and confusion, before life, for a mortal, is finally gone.
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I wish to arouse your imagination to come and travel with me,
Where multicolored roses, the undead and vampires coexist,
inside my most cherished thoughts, the garden of my dreams,
a magical place, where every form of existence lives in peace.
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Youth is no longer my domain, but I am not its faithful servant,
For all the innocence, I once lost, so many experiences I gained,
just look at my ancient eyes, which have seen me through it all,
To learn to appreciate that those years are gone, but not in vain.
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From my trembling lips, you will hear my greatest celestial secret,
If my simple writings are familiar, well, they certainly should be,
The truth is simple: When in dreams, you were bitten by a vampire
Because, ever since you began to read, I ceased to write about me.
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Hermestri

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Intriguing and interesting reading. Moe
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well placed rhyme. it isn't forced. *teyie
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And this is Hermestri. Two lines into it, it is a Hermestri.
Beware you clowns, for do you not see
there lurks here the devious bard, Hermestri,
loved by devoted fans of this site,
hated as much by the rats who delight
in seeking out vampires with crosses and stakes,
for when he writs poety, Hermestri makes
vampires seem lovely and danger, retreat,
in a land where clowns and rats seldom meet.
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I never knew the light
Before you came along,
Allowing me to live the day
Protecting me from the sun
I was not a complete vampire
before you came along
I love you, my dark glasses,
Because you protect me from the sun

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Hermestri, problably one of your nemesis will renew is call to censure you. Please do the opposite of what he asks and explore all of life's taboos in our journey through existence.- Stee

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That's it, Hermestri. There is a new (anon) sheriff in town and He/she will probably have you arrested for having talent
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I just love gothic poetry and yours is so captivating. I wonder if the Cure could write music for it?