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The Vampyre
(14/1/1989 / Solihull, Birmingham)

The Vampyre

Poem By Charlie F. Kane

The crypt is cold and empty,
Moss growing upon the wall,
The monster sleeps alone.

The bats have left the belfry
The graveyard is full of
The victims of the Undead,
Undead, Undead, Undead.

Black satin cape,
Red velvet lines
Flowing down a virgin’s neck,
Undead, Undead, Undead, Undead.

The bats have left the belfry
The graveyard is full of
The victims of the Undead,
Undead, Undead, Undead.

The monster sleeps inside
With the stake above his chest
And is plunged down
Undead, Undead, Undead, Undead.

The victims are all bleed,
Servants to the Undead
Now the Monster is slain
And is dead, is dead, is dead Undead

©Charlie F. Kane

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