Sally was seventeen
Just a teenager was she
Sick with lament
Her soul it be

She wanted that blood
So crimson, so clear
To drip from her hands
To fill hearts with fear

Sally was seventeen
Her voice like a song
He told her long ago
"I won't be gone long"

She wanted that blood
So thick, so clean
Never thinking that he
Could be quite so mean

Sally was seventeen
A pure, snow-white dove
He was her true godsend
Sent from heavens above

She wanted that blood
So lovely, so sweet
But he didn't want her
His standards, she didn't meet

Sally was seventeen
She bit into his neck
He was filled with that fear
Filled with this regret

She took from him that blood
The blood she'd lusted for
Never did he speak again
No lies, nevermore

why does that poem make me tingly down under? O_o

<3 I LOVE IT!!!!!!!!!
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