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Beware the creature with withered
heart,
her dangerous game ripping souls
apart.
The quest for truth so well she
feigns,
but you will..
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'It was written in the stars', they say.
'It's that twinkle in your eyes'.
'The heavens have sent you my way'.
'The angels have answered my cries'...
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My senses wake, I feel you near, I long to be set free!Upon this night, ere dawn's first light, I sit and wait for thee.I tremble - will there be..
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I hunt the night, I cannot rest,'tis blood that I do crave.For centuries, nocturnal life,to which I am a slave.Yes, fear me, for I need to feed,I will..
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Some editing was manditory...
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They don't sparkle
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You might say it sucks.....
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This poem was inspired by the story of Erzsebet Bathory (1560 ~ 1614) ~ also known as the "Blood Countess of Transylvania"
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What of these phantoms lurking in the shadows?
Cold fingers working to slither into my awareness,
working their malicious thievery of all that I kno..
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