They do not live but, haunt our dreams,
Of their kills they keep no tallies,
Revenge and bloodlust are their themes,
What sharpened hooks that bleed our necks,
That takes in life and exhale death,
No mortal signs can craft a hex,
To save our blood and human breath,
The vampires have a certain need,
Though they have immortal powers,
To quench their thirst they make us bleed,
Until, eternal sleep is ours.
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