A vampire crashed my wedding
He stood among the risen dead,
his fangs blood soaked red,
a king of evil and of dread,
his eyes turned black as he fed,
the souls that once bled,
who were so easily misled,
He sunk his fangs deep inside the brides neck as she pled,
but her soul belonged to him instead,
as she lay silently on her deathbed,
all that was left was the sight of all the bloodshed,
and a crimson blotched veil as thin as thread,
the priest clutched his cross and looked ahead,
the vampire in the sky's overhead,
he flew as he fled.
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