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Tender secrets whispered at night,
a loving figure holds her tight.
An ecstacy never felt before,
and yet has her wanting more.
A trick of light over pale face,
a fear holds her scream in place.
Neck gently nibbled by his lips,
then her ears, hands, fingertips.
And oh so gently, with great care,
he pushes aside her radiant hair.
Softly he pierces her perfect skin,
no words describe the bliss he's in.
Blood and memories through her veins,
her very life and soul he drains.
Though she lets out a mournful cry,
his hunger he can not deny.
And with a final whispered wail,
her rosy cheeks go deathly pale.
Her smoky lashes forever close,
her lips no longer a parted rose.
Tears of blood cloud his eyes,
he didn't mean for her to die.
He reaches out to touch her face,
no longer is it a lively place.
At least she had this one mercy,
her soul to a place he'll never see.
For a creature of blood and fire,
tis the curse of the vampire.
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