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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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