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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required A made up world of glory Sweet lakes and emerald glens Please let me tell a story That happened way back when The grass was green as green could be The air was sweet with freedom free Her eyes were blue as the swirling sea That set her apart from you and me The day was hot with summer's heat Birds flew low over golden wheat Along the coast; the army's fleet Under shaded boughs two lovers meet He stood with her until the night He walked with her so she wouldn't fright And even though he had no right He soft skinned neck he wanted to bite He walked her up to her jeweled door With diamond windows and marble floor A kiss to her hand, though he wanted more From the girl in the house by the rolling shore He counted the hours until the sun's dawn Gazing up the emerald lawn Of the girl with the dress that's a soft brown fawn Three hours left, nine hours gone The moment the sun rises over the hill His hunger crumbles and he loses his will Now he no longer wants to kill And drink her blood till he had his fill Under the boughs he waits for his love This time dressed in a dress of gray dove Now his hunger no longer does shove When her hand touches his in its white lace glove But then the sun sets And his luck he must bet He feels the thirst get To be a great threat Though they walk the long beach In no need for speech When the warmth's sucked like a leech From her wrist, he then does preach "Tis the purest thing I have ever tasted Though it's a shame all of this has to be wasted." Upon the sand her blood is pasted The monster inside no longer lambasted And though the time for monsters is gone The truth must be unfurled While they wait forever for the coming dawn Vampires still stalk the world
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