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In shadows draped, the village sleeps, Where moonlight weeps and darkness creeps, A specter roams, a vampire's sigh, A haunting presence, 'neath the sky. Through mist and fog, he takes his flight, Silent whispers in the night, A hunger deep within his soul, For crimson nectar, his cursed goal. With eyes aglow, like ember's fire, He stalks the night, his dark desire, In moonlit alleys, his steps doth tread, Through cobblestones where fear is bred. The villagers tremble, hushed in dread, As whispers speak of those long dead, Their minds consumed by tales untold, Of a fiend whose hunger ne'er grows old. Yet 'midst the terror, fate would weave, A tale of love he did conceive, For in a maiden's tender grace, He found a heart, a resting place. Her eyes, a gentle, guiding light, A beacon through his endless night, He, a creature cursed by fate, She, the one to change his state. But love, a sin in their cruel land, A union forbidden, by decree's command, The village cried, their rage aflame, A monster's heart, they aimed to tame. They hunted him with fervent spite, Pitchforks, torches, in the night, Hearts hardened, no mercy to beg, Bound by fear, they chose to dredge. Cornered, trapped in love's cruel jest, Betrayed by passion's sweet arrest, He faced the flames, his love in view, Her tears a testament, anew. As pyres rose, and ashes fell, His love, a tale they'd never tell, The vampire's heart, in ashes lay, A tragic end to night's dismay. The village hushed, the flames now gone, A tale of love, forever drawn, A haunting memory, etched in stone, Of a vampire's love, in deathly moan , moonlight, backlighting <lora:CopperU:1>