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The Tale of the Night Part 2

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What blood, what dish,
For obozhatelnitsa dreams!
Leaving a modicum girl
Vamp quickly flew away in the night.

So they came slowly - 
Fed with the darling child,
While the girl gradually
From bloodsuckers in the coffin came down.

The little girl in the crypt of the put,
And the guy came, loving
Do sweet wept at the grave,
He was strong, not revealed himself.

And our vamp after girls
Flew to the boy,
He's sitting on the threshold of night
All dreaming, looking at the moon...

But she is the moon the creation,
And became the youngster Rodney then.
And to the guy suddenly the charm
Passion swept ghoul...

Not once, not twice, she flew,
Just taking a look at it.
Hitherto she didn't know
What could love.

And what's with them as a couple,
He day lives, it is in the night...
He told her to feed... so yeah, fun
While lit the wick of the candle...

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But... we forgot about the girl, 
What in the tomb slept like the dead.
Yes... a dream that was the baby
The vampire poured out his blood.

She poured her a couple of drops,
To companion to have.
You try a couple of centuries -
One like your finger, into the darkness to look.

Slept girl week
Awakened at night from sleep,
And once the guy departed -
Vampire blood in her came alive.

But something strange, human
Because the feeling was awake within her,
Unlike the vampire,
That timelessness gave her...

After all, the one that the girl was bitten
Was not the boy to torment,
Although hungry to bed
But it wouldn't kill....

And the feeling was so strong,
Again she tormented herself.
And starve quietly dried up,
But could not bite loving.

Ate human beast,
But to people more than a foot.
And early in her agony
To inspire human kind's blood.

She's already had time to forget,
About the one in the night,
Yourself to a pair of bit.
The moon, remind! Do not be silent!

After all, woke up bitten!
And the kid in trouble,
Her he is waiting under your light,
Don't wait for can never....

And there is no trace of human feelings,
And only hunger, anger, fear!
And to the boy she's from the cemetery
Flying with a smile on his lips.

But under that ominous smile
Lurking death, but not love.
And kiss him one last
Prepares lunar daughters blood.

And upon arrival, was pomilovati,
But the heart is dead, only the hunger!
The bite... she didn't hesitate...
He's dead... with a smile on his lips.
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Copyright © Konstantin Achapovskiy | Year Posted 2015

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