The Vampire

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Walking lonely through the night;

In the shadows live their kind;

Tormented souls turned against their will;

The lust for blood always on their mind.

Where once a family they might then had;

But now they’re forced to walk alone;

For too many gathered could cause a scene;

And they’d fight each other to win that zone.

Perhaps a bride might make life better?

But would He impart his will on her, his fate?

To the constant pangs of hunger and thirst;

To be thought of in fear and hate.

They call Him monster; the Vampire of old;

A killer of children; a creature of the night.

No-one sees how tormented He is.

As he tries to dull his instincts with all of his might.

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