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I am forgotten in time,
Trying not to steal, but keep,
What is rightf'lly mine.
I feel as if I am to fall in a swirlin' rhythm,
To lose all the days and years count,
And pay the price of a huge amount.
I have forgotten the time,
When I shall be released.
I know not what age it is,
It may be day or night in the least.
My crumbling past from hundreds of years,
Is tearing my gloomy future apart.
And my mind is making everything I own,
Part of thy’s black melancholic heart.
The widows who roam the streets are so utterly afraid,
But know they're still loved by their past devotees.
Unlike you, I have nothing left.
Everything is heartlessly kept from me.
The wizards from other worlds would not save me,
The witches in the navy skies did not care.
To the fall forest elves I held no magic,
Though I smelled sweet in the air.
And that's when Hades' vampires came,
Biting at thee forcef’lly with fangs so sharp;
Even though I begged them to leave thee be…
They did not listen or understand me.
I have forgotten all centuries time,
Generations time has forgotten all me,
I love you,
Don't you see?
When I came to you for help,
My body couldn't help it, your face so perfect and your skin so soft,
And mine ivory fangs sunk in.
My face ashen pale;
Yours a cold, bloodless blue,
I loved you.
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