Rise from my coffin
Seeking the blood of mortals
For the nightly feed
Night envelops me
Making me master of Death
For I choose your fate
I walk empty streets
Until I stumble upon
A younger man
Having made my choice
he was to be my victim
Slowly I approach
he now in my grasp
Clutching to him very tightly
Eyes meeting eyes
Fear filled his brown eyes
My eyes filled with emptiness
It is time to feed
My fangs pierce his throat
Warm blood runs into my mouth
My eyes rolling back
Blood is sickly sweet
Letting go I bite myself
So to let him drink
Falling to the ground
he writhes in terrible pain
Convulsions soon end
he now rises up
As pale as the moonlight above
For he is mine now
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