mysterious stalker.
Figure dressed dark,
no dog’s gonna bark,
when he steps out
of the shadows, never loud,
always silent he is,
bringing death’s kiss.
He’s an undead walking,
in the night he’s lurking.
He brings death and fear
there’s no help when he’s near.
No place to hide,
no way to fight.
Your life will be ended,
you can’t be defended.
He is your sire,
mysterious nightflyer.
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And I made this picture, because this is the best vampire poem I've written
