The Midnight Hour Hallow be the night
Of dark and spells of fright
From their coffins they rise
Of voo and doom
Or seduction and gloom
Off they go to surprise
Remember the midnight hour
Fresh blood renews their power
And ensure your demise
Alabaster Skin so pale
So goes this vampire tale
At midnight loud cries
Bodies lay strewn
When found next noon
Excited buzzing flies
Bitten deep the scar glows
Pungent smells fill the nose
Youth and health the prize
_Happy Halloween
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JDW©2007
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