I, Vampy Phantom, give this world to all those who wish to share themselves. This the expression world where you may post your thoughts, your wishes, your dreams, yourself and express it in poem form or in story form. Whatever you wish this is where you can come to do it. As a poet and a Write I feel as though people need to express themelves in a healthy way--THROUGH WORDS. So for those who would like to do so you may Enter:

VAMPY'S DARK POET ROMANTIQUE WORLD!!

For those of you who would like to join I will add your name under the cute picture of Majeh the Envoy to the next world and our star in the awesome manga King of Hell!! just send me a comment and I will add you. You can post your feelings, your thoughts, poems, stories, ect on this Wonderful world created by yours truly just for those out there who would like to.

Enjoy!

IMAGINE FREEDOM; FEEL YOUR WINGS SPREAD FROM BENEATH YOUR SOUL; FEEL THE DESIRE TO FLY!

Disclaimer!

I changed the name of the world to Give a bit more meaning to this world. I love to be poetic and I'm into mostly Gothic stuff. I'm more a victorian vampire sort who loves this type of atmosphere! But I had to change the name to suit the world.

Still Enjoy!!

KIDS OF THE WITCHING HOUR

This is just a poem dedicated to children who are lost out there; who've been rejected or abandonded. It's for the runaways and for the children out there on the streets who have passed on. It just simply says they are around us they dwell within our spaces but only at night. I hope those who read this understands it and I hope you also enjoy it. I love it a lot and I just had to post it for all to see and just feel what I felt for those kids out there in the world who are all alone.

*NOTE I'VE ALREADY POSTED THIS ON MY FIRST WORLD, VAMPY WICKED WORLD, BUT SINCE IT IS A POEM THEN I FIND IT APPROPRIATE TO ALSO PUT IT UP AS THE FIRST ENTRY ON THIS WORLD.*

THE KIDS OF THE WITCHING HOUR
LIVE ON THROUGH THE NIGHT
THEY CALL
THEY DON'T CRY
HEARING THE ICE BITE
THEY WALK
THEY DON'T CRAWL
STAND TALL
THEY DON'T SCARE
THEY FALL
THEY DON'T CHANGE
FEEL SILENCE NOT PAIN
THEY KEEP THE WITCHING HOUR
CONTAINING ALL ITS POWER
THEY LIVE ON
THROUGH THE NIGHT
ONLY SEEING THEIR EYES
THEY BLEED THE HOUR DRY
FOREVER ALL IN SPITE
THEY ARE THE UNTAMED
THEY ARE THE UNMANAGED
HEAR GHOST WHISPERS SINGING
THEIR SAD LULLABY
FOREVER INDEBTED HERE
THEY'LL NEVER DISAPPEAR

THE KIDS OF THE WITCHING HOUR
THEY FALL
THEY FALL
THE KIDS OF THE WITCHING HOUR
THEY CALL
THEY CALL
THE KIDS OF THE WITCHING HOUR