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Post by Aaron on May 13, 2006 20:31:30 GMT -5
Twice Bitten
Vampiric eyes espy me ere the dawn As pure imagination grips my dreams; For, in my slumber, I become her pawn, The human vessel of her bloody schemes. Her every whim will serve as my command, Unspoken whispers that possess my mind, The seventh member of her wicked band, Unlikely bard of her immortal kind: The poet William, he who fell from grace; The sailor Samuel, slain on Chelsea earth; The surgeon John, physician in disgrace, And George and Percy, rogues of noble birth.
As Tristan Nelson, I shall vie to tell Of Lady Nina's coven, spawned from Hell.
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