In a pit dark and black he lies
he suddenly begins to rise
an evil gleam within his eyes
a new disquise, who was this guy?
A bony hand pushed from the mud
covered in gore and dark red blood
How blessed he thought,freed from death
to breathe new life, to take a breath
A new image he now possessed
as he stood above his tomestone rest
but who had granted this liberty
this gift of immortality?
In a distinctive tone of voice he said
I refuse to die, I will not be dead
then he heard a distant cry
as "The Birds" fell from the sky
"Good Evening" a man cloaked in black
I am the one who brought you back
you owe me, Price, you now must pay.
A vampire part in my new play
The Master of Suspense pulled out a script
called "Vampire Vincent From Death's Crypt
Vinny roared with laughter at such a role
" This part is perfect, for it has no soul"
"True, so true but you still have a heart
and I'm in charge of props that play a part"
this isn't "The Haunted House on the Hill"
your not just playing a vampire~This is real!
or is it?
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