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An incredible journey

To the dark side of night

Where the wolves howl

And the vampires bite

The wind is chilled

As things fly through the air

A creature whisks by you

And it gets caught in your hair

You run around

Screaming in pain

Until you realize

It’s biting your vein

Scared at first

Of vampires that fly

That soar through the night

Now you must die

Now you are

A walker of night

It is time

For your first bite