A Vampire

3 december 2003

Darkness, his call.
Corupted, his soul.

His eyes sparkless.
Glowing from darkness.

He comes from the shadows,
on wings of dread.
You better watch out,
or you’l end up dead.

His bite deadly.

His teeth sharp.
But still a sad man,
deep in his heart.

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