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The  Vampyre ( dedicated  to  my  beloved  Lestat)

 

 

His soul’s always whinning,

 

Is blessed by the day,

 

He’s stealing and finding,

 

My breath took away,

 

 

At night he’s a killer,

 

He’s ruthless and vain,

 

And now he’s a thriller,

 

He’s hiding by day,

 

 

He looks at his grave,

 

He can’t concentrate,

 

Ambitious and   brave,

 

He can’t penetrate,

 

 

In heart of the  onehe loves in the darkness,

 

His night deal is done,

 

And eyes are now sparkles