Cry to the Moon
In cloudless sky so bright she
shines
Bathing moonlight chases shadow
Across the land they call their
own
Vampire’s lust stalks the meadow.
Her prey lays quiet in dreamy
trance
Not knowing nor wanting their
final embrace
Close now, breathing, just one
last chance
To wake and run before fall from
grace
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