Do you know me
I think you do
From my
tomb
I rise each night
My bone-dry
lips
Long for you
I feed on
humans
My mortuary
Freshly brewed
As I play with you
Is a gruesome
sight
I'm never caught
In the dead of
night
And I'm never seen
As I
crease the sky
With the blackest wings
The crack of dawn
I know that I must end
my feast
Until the next moonbeam glowsSends
a chill through me
Into the dust I must
go
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