The Steadfast Vampire
There was a steadfast vampire, who never chose his fate.
And when encouraged by his peers to kill, as was his trait,
He shook his head, and staunchly said, “A life, I will not take.”
“For yours, you will,” they laughed, so shrill.
So sure that he would fail.
But on the night he starved and died, their will to his, did pail.
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