Magic was real
there was Faeries,
Werwolfs,
Vampires,
And other ledgends
that walked the night
Little girls screamed at every creak at the door
So they were hunted,
Slottered.
To extindtion
Lifes gone. Distroyed.
They hide in dark shadows
Time passes, history is lost
Seeking out revenge, not knowing why
Wars are fought
They wait for some one
To tip the balance
To safe there dying race
No one comes
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