The winds
Oh how they rustle
All through the the plight
Of the boy who waits
For the changing of day to night
And oh how he loves
The nights new dawn
For again he may go,
Go into plain sight

This is the nightly routine of the boy
He just waits and waits
For the moons warm glow
For if he ever would go
Into the daylights sun
Oh how his flesh
Would burn and flame
For he is a vampire
And for all of eternity he shall remain
 
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