All alone
the vampyre wrote a poem
About a long lost love
taken from above
He wrote with pain as his ink
while his blood made tears fell
His alabaster skin wascolored with grief
He felt it after decades passed
And knew that it would always last
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Vampyres were not made to love
it was a gift from up above
He didnt know it could be taken back
But now he knows she's gone
his paper was his own white skin
all smooth with muscles tight
he knew it would last forever
just like the love felt for her
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He still treasured his heart and soul
something earned with many tolls
She was his reward
his gift for doing good
Why take her away
He is good to this day
Humans weren't made to live forever
just the way it is
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The vampyre had his soul
but he didnt have his girl
He didnt want to live
but wanted to save lives
it was a paradox
in his mind he saw the death
of those he wouldnt save
if he was gone
and so he lives and mourns
forever more to save a life
is his final goal
remember him when you find your love
dont take it lightlly
your souls as lost as his was without it
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