My eyes closed for a short spell as I recounted the following:
Oh the howls of a cruel remorseless wind bellowing at thy brethren.
Kleptomania sweeps along a moving shadow stealing souls.
Yet for some there will be no equanimity.
Gnosticism warns of incubus.
Sounds of claymores clashing unyielding.
Alas not one ounce of compassion.
Blood flowing scented molecules abound.
The lone black figure sparkles a fang of brilliant white flashes past anomalous.
Just a shimmer of subconscious awakes.
Legs now fill with osmium.
Uncanny spirits hover above.
Intuition spells out danger.
Bilious takes a hold then ponderously stumbles.
Yowl in terror at the supernatural aura.
For a Vampire tyrannical crossed my path.
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