A Beautiful Vampire

How they wander the world

When the moon hangs high

Their skin so pale

It's like a disguise

And the teeth they bare

Hidden keenly, you see

Are nothing compared

To the written literacy

Despite the stories

Not seen in reflections

Is slightly wrong

Just humor my correction

And when they see the sun

Their tolerance is short

But they can handle it lightly

A secret of the sort

Music makes them cry

Poetry steals their breath

The violin binds in their soul

Although, they walk in death

And when there is a shadow

Which nightmares can inspire

Quite possibly there might hide

A beautiful vampire

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