|Lady Syndra's Fantasy World|
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I am the replica of what you are,
knowing I have ventured way to far.
Offered immortality, I hunger and thirst,
I walk the life of the doomed and the cursed.
Hunting and searching for my next feast,
I have now become a tortured beast.
Never to feel the sun upon my flesh,
Choosing the night I made a mess.
Hiding in the shadows of your soul,
My next victim I take into my fold.
Draining the precious life with one bite,
Before the morning sun, I take my flight.
Back into the deep and darken feature,
I now become the stalking night creature.
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