Hmm...
Dark.
Scrumptious.
Sinful.
Immortal.
I bathe in your shadow,
under the moon's soft glow.
Waiting for a glimpse of your eternal soul
A soul so black
I cower in fear...
And delight
At all the possibilites you arise within me.
I wait with bated breath
Neck exposed
For the feel,
The thrill
Of your cold merciless fangs
As they rip through my flesh,
And take hold of my essence.
And all I do
Is whimper in anticipation
As I see the blood of the innocent
Drip heedlessly onto the ground
As I become one with the night.
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