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In shadows deep, where silence crept,

The pale-faced Lucy, restless, slept.

By midnight’s hand, her breath was drawn,

As Dracula claimed her 'fore the dawn.

His eyes like fire, his voice a spell,

In Lucy’s heart, the darkness fell.

He drank her light, her spirit torn,

A rose now bled, from dusk reborn.

The maiden bright, so frail, so kind,

Now wanders lost in death’s design.

Her gentle sleep, forever stilled,

By Dracula’s thirst, her blood he spilled.

With fangs that gleamed in moon’s cold light,

She walks the streets, a beast of night.

The children’s cries, her hunger’s feast,

For in her soul, there is no peace.

Her suitors weep, her friends despair,

For Lucy’s love is past repair.

A fiend she roams with eyes aglow,

The vampire bride none dared to know.

But in the end, her time would cease,

Van Helsing’s hand brought bitter peace.

A sharpened stake through heart of stone,

Her cries of rage, a ghostly moan.

Dracula’s bride, now laid to rest,

A soul unchained from dark’s cruel test.

Her beauty fades, her storm subsides,

As Lucy falls, the darkness hides.

In graveside gloom, her suitors stand,

With trembling heart and bloodstained hand.

For Lucy's curse, forever bound,

Was broken in the hallowed ground.