Houses burning in front of me
Smoke blocking me to see
I could see the vampires turn
And with a dash I spun
But they were light speed
I need someones help indeed
My wooden stake in my hand
Ready to start a battle again
Red, glowing eyes were infront and back
Turning slowly I should strike
Trees red and hot
I could see the bloodlust
I could smell the dead
Now I need a friend
With a flash a vampire appeared
and I jerked back for a safe guard
I sticked it with a fast swing
And in moments he turned to dust
Then they all disappeared
Into darkness I was feared
Lost and searching
Cursed and undying
A race in need
The vampires breed
Let us show kindness
Offer respectful silence
And give each heart
As our perfect part
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