poem
Vampiress by Wayne Sharrocks A life too cursed for day She awaits the decadent dark A cloak of beauty drowns her sighs This Angel in disguise... The walls of her heart may crumble As she feels her dreams unfurl The conclusion ever nearer As midnight chimes her goal... The only time she can reveal herself Is under nature's lunar light And as the mask slips from visage The moon offers her respite...
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