There was something strange in this night:
Cool air was saturated with worry,
Nothing portended some changes and twilight
Wraped up silent cemetary's glory..
Suddenly I felt a bite, and mist
Covered my eyes and mind,
I drank the blood like thirsty beast
From his veins with smell of wine...
He showed me colours, shades of red,
And pale moon has became my sun..
Realization of my essence has done me sad,
It has became my deserted prison..
Vampire
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