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Slake

When the sun is soundly setting,
And the moon shines full and bright.
Upon the prey, begetting,
Is the vampyre, prince of night.

With eyes of deep and endless black,
And skin of corpse dust white.
She moans aloud, his lips curl back,
The kiss becomes a bite.

Now take her neck, drink deep my grace,
Her blood is sweet tonight.
Now leave her dead, and leave this place,
While the moon shines full and bright.


Copyright 2003 SpiralDancer

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