" A vampire"
In the silence of the night where the moon softly signs, I dream with red hunger behind mortal disguise. Not for bread, not for water nor the warmth of a flame, But the pulse in a vein calling out my name No sun to burn me, no time to age, Just eternity bite and a blood thirst to engage. I want to become what legends have feared, To be kissed by the dark where desires are steered. Let me build a kingdom of moonlit delight, Where the blood is our wine and stars our light. With a whisper a bite let the silence scream, I'll live as a vampire in my wildest dream.
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