His Thirst

In the dead of night he roams,

With eyes as black as coal,

And though his skin's as pale as snow,

You'll feel the chill within your soul.

He's lived for centuries and more,

And drank blood for as long,

His victims' screams, they fill the air,

As his hunger grows strong.

He preys on the unsuspecting,

Luring them with his charm,

And though they know they should be wary,

They're powerless to his arm.

His fangs will sink into their flesh,

And their life force he'll drain,

Until he's sated and content,

And his thirst is quenched again.

He's feared and reviled by many,

But to some he's a hero true,

For he's the one who keeps the balance,

Between the human and the undead crew.

So beware the vampire in the night,

And pray you're never his prey,

For once he's tasted your sweet blood,

You'll never see the light of day.