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Dawns Blood Concealed (Free verse) by SupremeDreamer Theres the calm stillness
that embraces the morning
with bloody sun-streaks splayed
upon a spotted window--
it beckons the sleepers
from their picturesque dreams
to yawn and stretch,
letting their eyes
absorb the vermilion light
and then bathe
in mornings fresh warmth--
daybreaks sun-spilled blood;
empowered by feeding
on the candent veins
of earth.
There is soft whispering
at night, then
placid suspense
before the morning vampires
feed upon deathly sacrifice--
afterwards rinsing
the coagulated stains
that coat their deep-tan flesh
to then emerge from their
reputable households
outwardly civil,
bourgeois,
hygienic,
aesthetic,
discreet,
and corrupted underneath.
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