Mar 31
🩸On The Wings Of Blood🩸
Ancient stories throughout time
Tell of Evil, blood and death
The horror and fear that some
Have suffered before their final breath
The legend of a man who sold his soul
To the Devil for love
Then one day he rebelled against the
Devil and push came to shove
The Devil saw himself in the Man
When He had rebelled in the Lord
He knew he could **** the Man
Easily with one slice of his sword
But the Devil decided that the
Man would suffer and never die
For eternity the Devil would take pleasure
Listening to the Man as he would cry
The Man would be cursed to have an
Insatiable thirst never to be quenched
Even if he was beneath and eternal
Shower and was forever drenched
The thirst would be for blood
The sensation forever galvanizing
His powers over his victims
Is paralyzing and hypnotizing
Tonight The night air is crisp,the clouds
Obscure the Moon, the wind is brisk
The fog lingers across the land
Going outside would be of great risk
For the Evil one preys tonight
He strikes like a scud
The air will be filled with echoing screams
As death flies in On The Wings Of Blood
Written By:Charles Kean
03/31/2025
I stole the title from a book
But I don’t know anything else about the book and just assumed by the title that it was
About Vampires. I hope there’s no copy rights
Infringement if so I will take it down.
I assure everyone that the poem is completely original for I didn’t read one word of the book. My sister in law had a copy of the book laying out when I went to visit.
Ancient stories throughout time
Tell of Evil, blood and death
The horror and fear that some
Have suffered before their final breath
The legend of a man who sold his soul
To the Devil for love
Then one day he rebelled against the
Devil and push came to shove
The Devil saw himself in the Man
When He had rebelled in the Lord
He knew he could **** the Man
Easily with one slice of his sword
But the Devil decided that the
Man would suffer and never die
For eternity the Devil would take pleasure
Listening to the Man as he would cry
The Man would be cursed to have an
Insatiable thirst never to be quenched
Even if he was beneath and eternal
Shower and was forever drenched
The thirst would be for blood
The sensation forever galvanizing
His powers over his victims
Is paralyzing and hypnotizing
Tonight The night air is crisp,the clouds
Obscure the Moon, the wind is brisk
The fog lingers across the land
Going outside would be of great risk
For the Evil one preys tonight
He strikes like a scud
The air will be filled with echoing screams
As death flies in On The Wings Of Blood
Written By:Charles Kean
03/31/2025
I stole the title from a book
But I don’t know anything else about the book and just assumed by the title that it was
About Vampires. I hope there’s no copy rights
Infringement if so I will take it down.
I assure everyone that the poem is completely original for I didn’t read one word of the book. My sister in law had a copy of the book laying out when I went to visit.
