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She hides in the shadows
Blending in with the night
A young maiden in waiting
For her evening delight

She plans for her feast
At the edge of the wood
This pretty little lady
Is surely up to no good

She appears to be human
A facade quite believing
One trick of her trade
And her looks are deceiving

She thirsts for the blood
Of any human form
Then, once she is sated
She disappears, in a storm

She’s kept her mates waiting
For their dinner, you see
Tis not one that she feasts for
More hunger, like she


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