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A Vampires Poem (1549)
Blood i seek, blood i lust, blood i crave, blood i must! Day has gone night is here, eternal day thats all i fear! Years have past seem like days, endless night i stop to gaze. Forever young i cant get old, thirst for blood my skin is cold. Born centuries ago in a far distant land, were i fell victim to another hand! I left my home land so long ago, where this evil feeling did so grow! I searched for others just like me, i sailed the ocean across the sea. Years went by my search was long, looking for belief to were i belong. It was Paris (1304)it finally came, i think of it again and again The night was young it was pouring with rain She whispered in my ear that we are the same. Enemy of man, they hunt me down, home for now, this old town. I hear their thoughts, i smell their fear, most often they don't now am here. I keep my face on that old bookshelf, because that's the only time i see myself. Blood i need, before sun rise, staring through these black cold eyes I roam the night were creatures call, i write this now from this old town hall.
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