Beneath the moon's cold, silvery gaze,
A shadow stirs in midnight's haze,
Eyes like embers, burning bright,
Hungry for the dead of night.
A whisper soft, a breath so pale,
A creature forged from cursed tale,
Venomous kiss, eternal night,
Fangs that gleam with dark delight.
In silent graves, they softly creep,
Guarding secrets, dark and deep,
Bound by hunger, cursed to roam,
Forever searching, forever home.
Yet in their gaze, a tragic glow,
A soul imprisoned, longing so,
For dawn’s sweet touch, a fleeting grace
A vampire's eternal chase.
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