the day all the vampires died and the night that followed

i had a dream, such a wonderful dream,

just before i was about to die,

it came to me on a moonlight beam,

at the far end of a bottle of rye.


the clouds in the night broke into thousands of bats,

as the graves of the earth opened wide,

the coffins broke open and out fled the rats,

leaving only the vampires inside.





The End

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