A Glampire!
As disturbing as a funeral pyre.
Wandering along the roads
In the nights, ******* lives by loads
With no care for any codes
Beauty she was
Now, she is as beautiful as a sin
Tempting men with her charms, and forms
They fell for her in flocks
Lured them into the woods
Made them sit under the hoods
Hugged them one by one
Tucked them into her pocket
And few of them in her locket
Glampire!
Blood it was she want
She is as beautiful as a sin
'Twas the weapon she uses to win
Against the self-control of many a man
Aha! La Belle Dame Sans Merci
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 6:57 AM UTC
A Glampire!
As disturbing as a funeral pyre.
Wandering along the roads
In the nights, ******* lives by loads
With no care for any codes
Beauty she was
Now, she is as beautiful as a sin
Tempting men with her charms, and forms
They fell for her in flocks
Lured them into the woods
Made them sit under the hoods
Hugged them one by one
Tucked them into her pocket
And few of them in her locket
Glampire!
Blood it was she want
She is as beautiful as a sin
'Twas the weapon she uses to win
Against the self-control of many a man
Aha! La Belle Dame Sans Merci
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