Fingers grasping deltoid
Twisting back to avoid
Lips grazing across my vein
I drive the stake, he is slain
Bloodied hands, I can see
Only to return, my enemy
Tonight might be the night
I may get it right
In blood and gore
I rid you, forevermore
Fear returns with the moon
I must find and destroy you soon
Many times we have fought
Death, this morn has brought
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