Wampyr
The suave gentleman proves false
With no reflection in the mirror
Though you are charmed, I'm sure
You must flee because he pursues
Your strength, your will
Your very life
There is no pill to cure your ill
Nor save you from this strife
If you do not turn
And take heed now
You'll be reduced to rubble
Hastily go
The more you sleep
The more you slumber
You fall in deep
And may not return
Quickly to health
Beware
Exit with stealth
Intrepid wayfarer
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