He waves his flag until the dawn,
A night of gathering
Of nocturnal souls
Spirits of old
Hunters of the night.
We danced and loved
Watched the storm
The reflection of the moon
High hopes
And desires fulfilled.
Wave your flag
Proudly with love
And pass it on
To the next generation
Of the night.
Why there is poetry on this blog? A need and a desire that we all share for expression, beauty and wine for our souls. A need you dare not admit. For links to more (and much better poetry) CLICK HERE.
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Juliette Kings
I'm a mom, artist and writer, living in California.
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Vampire Maman 
Oh, I have got to learn to read carefully. At first I thought, “Why is she writing something NOT about a vampire, hmmm?” Vampire Free. Get it? Then I re-read it and figured it out. Yep. Mind like a steel sieve.
nocturnal souls, spirits of old…the next generation of the night. Check out Uncle Val’s Dating advice on the next post. I think you’ll find it entertaining.
is this stuff for real???
like, do vampires and werewolves and fae and shapeshifters and stuff like that really exist? cuz if they do, that would be so friggin cool…and iv wanted 2 be a vampire since i was like, 8…
srry for writing so much!!!but if like, i wanted to become a super natural, howwould i dothat???plz plz plz reply!
Metaphorically speaking all of the creatures mentioned above exist. Just use your imagination and be whatever you want to be as long as it is in the limits of good taste and the law and you don’t make a fool of yourself. That’s a typical mom answer and I’m a typical mom.