When the sun has long set
At dead of night
I rise from my bed
And go out for a bite
Soon I am flying
On my vampire quest
Its fresh young necks
That I like the best
Though I am in no way
A connoisseur
And I would not turn
down
Something more mature
Soon I find a subject
Ripe for the picking
And when I’ve supped
My lips I’m licking
Then I return
fulfilled
To my dark domain
And sleep the clock around
Until I can sup again
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