I sit here alone in the dark.
I lay my head on the bark
Of a tree whose branches are bare.
Do I dare stand?
Do I dare try to walk,
Through this vampire-infested land?
Alone, with no one to hold my hand?
Not even my lover
Can guide me through the clover.
It is too cold to light my fire,
No matter how i desire.
I fear I'll never get out of here,
To the vampires I'm only a meal,
I hope they aren't near.
I do so fear
Sitting here alone in the dark.
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