I strode the road in a deathless swoon.
Bloodless beneath the gloomy moon.
Is what I have, a curse or a boon?
The need to feed consumes soon.
I crave the crimson fount you shed.
Wasting not the drops you bled.
After you have the famished fed,
To sleep eternal, I have led.
Awaiting the fall of the curtain of the night,
As darkness gorges on twilight.
I smile as my prey comes into sight.
Unseen from the shadows, comes this bite.
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