Horror poem.
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The dark rooms are filled with terror,
haunted by evil creatures of the night.
They go after every person who enters,
only disappearing at dawns early light.
As the innocent occupants lay sleeping,
the creatures slip up close to their beds.
They whisper softly in their victims ears,
leaving seductive images in their heads.
The mortals dreams of erotic pleasures,
while being caressed by cool fingertips.
Their bodies tremble with urgent yearning,
as delicate kisses are placed on their lips.
In the morning when the humans awaken,
their bodies feel tired, weak and drained.
On their necks are two tiny bite marks,
with blood their bed sheets are stained.
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