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The Countess

Full is the moon,
Black are the skies,
She rises from her coffin,
For the first time since sun rise.

With eyes so dead,
That give a lustful stare,
Teeth like knives,
Long cascading hair.

Milk white skin,
Lip stained red,
A body that is immortal and thin,
That has a hunger that needs to be fed.

She may see you walking on the street,
Or follow you home,
She may wake you from a dreamless sleep,
Or creep up on you in a dark alley, while you're alone.

She may lure you in,
With her enchanting spell,
You may see her as beautiful,
Or as a creature from Hell.

She quickly bites your neck,
and you fight for a last breath,
She quenches her thirst for your life,
As you slowly succumb to death,

And as quickly she as she appeared,
She flees out of sight,
Leaving your body limp and lifeless,
The countess drank away your mortality
In the middle of the night.
Written by laviedesmortes
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