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She lay there asleep; in her pale white, satin gown.
Where they left her buried; deep down, in the ground.
Til' she tried to awake, ere the rising of the moon;
only to hear a voice whisper; no, not yet, it's too soon.

Sighing, she settled back down, from the day.
Knowing that soon, she would have her way.
And be free to rise, in the darkness of night;
at last her wings would unfurl and she take flight.

As the night grew ever darker; she prepared to rise.
She arose from the grave; on wings, she took the skies.
She flew over the sleeping village; and soon
to her eyes.
Came a trudging maiden; running late, at the moonrise.

Stooping down, from neath the moon's glow;
she caught the maiden, who had moved too slow.
Took her to the ground, and there began to feast;
of vampire kin, not the greatest nor the least.

With the taking of the maiden's blood;
the thoughts into her mind did flood.
No longer, mortal kind; was she
no reason for her thirst, there be.

Except to slake it, when it rise up
on the taste of a mortal, loving cup.
Not man, nor woman, could they be free;
when the hunger has arisen, within she.

So go about, your mundane deeds
but to the skies at night; pay heed.
For she will swoop down on thee;
and the ladies dinner, you will be.