Crucifix Held Close

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From the shadows of misery he swore an oath,

with scars in his heart he held the crucifix close.


Around his throat a golden cross was hung,

he rode for the castle beneath the rising sun.

Cloaked in robes of stygian black,

stake in hand he led the attack.


Demons terrorized the sickly plains,

driving the spectators of disaster to become insane.


Embraced by the shroud of holy water,

beasts of night would come to fear him.

Archenemy of darkness and slaughter,

the warmth of the sun was growing dim.


He blazed through the dark valley of smoke and fire,

to put to rest the immortal vampire.

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