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Bloody Leeches (WIP)
Who hasn't heard the tale,
who hasn't read the book,
who doesn't know the name,
who doesn't fear the face?
A man that goes
beyond time,
in both story,
and in life;
a man who isn't a man
that everyone knows,
who walks his halls
a corpse and a ghost.
As many a fight,
as many a battle,
you will see no spilled blood.
At least, not here. Not carelessly.
Blood here is savoured.
Lost, but loved,
adored, and yet
these creatures are hated.
A man who is..
cursed/blessed
to life/unlife forever.
Who feeds off of others life.
But, he's not real;
just a scary story to read
set in a scary place,
written in a scary book.
All by a simple man.
Bram Stoker,
not the Bran castle,
but a man with a imagination,
and hauntings.
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