His hands latch onto the spring,
Fangs sinking into his victim’s skin
A craving too strong to dismiss
Taking blood as if it was salvation
Dripping down his chin,
Its sweetness brings him bliss,
A tradition that will last through his kin,
Nothing can match a vampyr’s kiss.
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