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Nasferatu
Her gracious shape slides down the stairs
seemingly gliding within her stares
gazing into my pale eye,
a beautiful angel refusing to die.
She gazes in lust at my gruesome form.
I will feed her some of my blood.
I will give her enough so that she will live
That is all that I have to give
Too much and she may become like me
A monstrosity that nobody ever should see
not even me, despite this blasphemy
I will keep her alive, repaired flesh newer
then after, I must return to the sewer
seemingly gliding within her stares
gazing into my pale eye,
a beautiful angel refusing to die.
She gazes in lust at my gruesome form.
I will feed her some of my blood.
I will give her enough so that she will live
That is all that I have to give
Too much and she may become like me
A monstrosity that nobody ever should see
not even me, despite this blasphemy
I will keep her alive, repaired flesh newer
then after, I must return to the sewer
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