Dust Figures

Dying vampires and what they felt...yea i know it may not be right but hey I just watched interview with a vampire and this popped in my head after two of them were burned by the sun *sniffle* so horrible.
Sunlight flickers through darkness
and swallowed them whole;
screams filled the empty cavern,
never to be heard or witnessed again.
Dead allowed to die and--
turned to dust figures--
filled with their empty lies.
Shudders fill the dark dust figures
and they are life like again,
yet still they are dust figures...
figures so flaky and empty
there is nothing left
of their former selves to fill their empty souless eyes.

By Danielle Coleman
Published: 9/28/2009		 Your Contributions: Tell us a Poem! You don't have to be a Buzzle.com author to contribute to Poetry Bee. Submit a poem of your own right now!
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