Wild Orchid
He cuts the sun with his teeth; therefore, ashes were not at his feet.
He was born by day but his family lived by night.
This was his purpose because of his nocturnal life.
He had the life of a vampire.
No one knew his secret because his life was normal.
Inside was darkness.
This is his family embodied.
They did not worry about daylight.
They work, lived, loved, and played.
A generation never to be told and West Virginia would be there origin.
They all are white collar by vocation - the future of a great nation.
By fate, they would be rich in blood - not thirsty for others.
Once old, their thirst would form because they would desire to stay young.
Do not worry this family has to grow in which they will be a manifold.
In the world of vampires, Bram Stoker thrives.
Dracula is alive.
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Motif: Vampire
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