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Harken stranger to the silent streets, Where the essence of fear brightly burns, Behind closed doors frightened hearts beat, For this be the night the dark bard returns.
Wonder ye if ye will, How came this rampant fear, Aye, as I wait for mine own heart to still, Might I grab for a moment a stranger's ear?
Listen close to this tale of woe, For the danger lies not in the night, Even as mine eyes rove to and fro, My soul slips with fright.
Twas once a darkening eve long since gone, As the market prepared to close. A man, tall of stature and speech of song, Wandered in from the road.
Tattered cloak blowing in the breeze, His face, handsome and lean. His dark prose drew the village with ease, As he spoke of the horrors he'd seen.
Yea, tis truth I speak with these lips of mine, As memories of that night invade, Horrible losses adding to the legends of time, My remaining years alone and afraid.
I shall never forget the spell he wove, His magic dark and binding, All rational thought from the villagers he drove, Until t'was their soul he was finding.
Deep into their hearts his black soul reached, And stirred the flames of desire. My worry grew and to the women I beseeched, But alas, all was lost in the glow of the fire.
Horror stricken was I as the night wore, So away from the square I went, Frantically searching door to door, Panic grew in my lament.
In a village of lost souls I was alone, As evil gripped my neighbors and friends, I found myself lost as I wandered from home to home, My only hope lay in the Church to make amends.
I remember stumbling through the old wooden doors, My thoughts on Christ's loving eyes, A sickening sight of monstrous horrors, Stifled my sickened cries.
The cross had been removed by force, Bodies littered the altar floor, Immediately I was sick of course, Recognizing friends and more.
Twisted agony of broken flesh, Bodies drained of blood complete, Blasphemy of church and souls at best, The Bard, as he looked up from his feast.
Bloodstained lips around an evil grin, Eyes that shone like a lantern's light, Laughing as he dipped to his meal again, Lending my heels speed for flight.
That night has repeated itself time after time, Once a year on the hour, He wanders in spouting evil rhyme, And forcing on any who listen his evil power.
So move on ye stranger to these parts, Quickly lest ye get bound in his spell, Tis a vampire come to wrench our hearts, Leaving only a story to tell.
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