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The Vampire's Lay by Josh Vaudrin-McLean
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I bide here in Night’s darkest hour
Before the Dawn unveils the sun
But while the light doth wait and cow’r
My thoughts are calm, my fears are none
The centuries have come and gone
Since I have seen the light of day
For if the sunlight fell upon
My flesh, a dreadful toll I’d pay
And yet for this I do not weep
Because the day I much disdain
For when mankind is fast asleep
The sweet, unrivaled Night takes reign
And you may ask me why I scorn
The spirit of the sunlit Day
'Tis sterile as a eunuch’s thorn,
Its glare doth beauty scare away
And so I ask of all who bear
No fondness for dark of Night
Are not you moved beyond compare
By quiet, perfect, starry light?
But, woe! the sun shall soon arrive
So I must leave unto my crypt
To sleep in shades by which I thrive
Before my life, by light, has slipped
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