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The breed which should surfeit of blood via verity bloodshed
 As he'd reeled of the ikon crossings on 'em inner hall's wall
 With their family tree fervent in frequency with seasons of feeding feast
 "In so thousands of storeys you'd fall on cactus crust and yet roar like bear
 With thy speed swift as the passage of cheetah in-form of electrical charge
 And the thus thy approaching feet being the cuss causing shiver for our opposing clan..."
 Quoth his fervid friend whose pointed pair fangs fall from far on either sides
 A glutton beast whose lungs rest not from fresh feed from nightly hunt
 The age-long compeer of Sadmore whom he saved from burning in light.

Lives he cursed in cloud-cuckoo-land -- as the thee of so much divergment
 So light in weight reliever, warrior in guise whenever nights nigh
 Saving his graceful souls for the best of the paradise to pour
 Behaving knightly in actions yet keeping the good girls good and
 Leading the bad boys back into their bad baskets from rooftops on darkly
 veils with glittering crimson diamond eyes gleaming fearsomely whilst
 His rare reddish hair be stacked right across his seeing sight to fly as his
 presence only pause the mo to save n' leave with clouds whirling apart
 Would fight and take shots to the sides and fore and to save the city so
 to come in as the prince later to nurse the wounds which should have healed
 Should he use his fangs to feed on man to be in stronger shape to fight
 Would wear the king's worth in the morn and noon with pretence of
 Every of 'em nightly effect always put behind with frankly face of a villain
 One vegetarian vamp whose course had been morphed off course of cause
 To be different as the referent whose fangs only wet juices as blood's gross.
© Jodekss