The vampire watched the shadows lengthen and dart across the room.
He knew the dawn was coming and could see the sun's rays loom.
A thousand years of darkness was a thousand years too much.
He longed to feel the warmth and heat: the sun's caressing touch.
The beams crept ever closer, yet the vampire didn't move.
They quickened over wooden boards: every dent and every groove.
And so the sunlight slid along, and slowly met his feet.
And as good friends, the vampire rose, and with the sun, did meet.
His shrieks did fill and break the house, and yet he smiled, so soft.
He turned to ash with a shout and the ash was sent aloft.
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