In the dead of the night
With the absence of light
There’s always something going on
When the sun goes down
Be careful around town
And look out for the vampire, Dawn.
When the streets go quiet
She’ll look out for her diet
But the last thing she wants is food
For she has been cursed
With an insatiable thirst
For the freshest and warmest blood.
Her smile is her front
When she’s on her hunt
And with it she’s very clever
When she corners her prey
With a smirk Dawn will say:
”I can help you to live forever!”
The Mansionic Perspective 
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