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Nosferatu Immortalis

Bathed in morning’s pure glorious light, go forth and find your peace.

On a cold dark night a figure stood, Pale face shrouded in darkened hood, Statuesque, as though carved from wood; No beauty held the night sky. As pale as soapstone, his damp cold skin, No breath to see nor heartbeat within, A tear rolled down from cheek...