Vampire

The snow shone black under his eyes

They were blood-red gold and hot as ice

He was a creature made for the night

That was alight around him

 

The day was dark and dismal to him

The world then would not bend to his every whim

He was a creature made to enchant

All vain maidens of beauty

 

He was a lover with whom none could compare

The eyes of women shone to him everywhere

But all he longed for was the sweetness of death

Where his true love lay to not meet him yet

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