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Have a look in the mirror of your dreams

All the horrors that you see are real.

Lest you think the world is as it seems,

Let your skin crawl, your frozen blood congeal.

Of fear and fantasy now take your fill.

Wells of sorrow lie beneath your feet.

Each sun-drenched field you mercilessly till

Endures to see your ultimate defeat.

Now let yourself let go your last conceit.

Just another vampire wannabe





It is a night of dark desire, a song of sorrow,

wolves vent their howls.

The immortal one

wakens.



Mist shrouds her deathly form,

a lurking desire.



Her raven hair cascades over

pale and delicate shoulders, and her

full deeply crimson lips part slightly,

to taste the blood streaming from the

pale flesh beneath her.



Now to a night of sharing,

I so thirst.