Secret

Dark eyes, filled with deception,

Long hair, as black as the obsidian,

Red eyes, pale skin, white fangs,

A creature of the night, a creature of despair.

Hiding in the shadows, he hunts…

Greedy eyes glow with the intent to kill,

He is a true predator, quiet and so still,

Waiting for a maiden to stumble upon him.

And, when he finds his prey, he pounces,

Sinking his fangs into her flesh,

Drinking the sweet nectar of life,

Drinking, savouring, every ounce of it.

But even though he’s cruel, he’s dark,

The loneliness pools in his vermilion eyes,

The pleasure of taking a life carrying the guilt,

He’s addicted to the rush of energy

The blood’s pouring into him.

A true mystery he is,

No one will understand him,

He’s lonely, but he kills,

Maybe that’s his pleasure only.