Stepping back from the crowd I fade,
Watching children with lives to trade.
Jet black hair and eyes to match,
Seems he'll make an easy snatch.
Hunger rises as he looks my way,
My fangful smile shows I want to play.
He saunters over with head held high,
Deep in his heart knowing he will die.
Around my waist he slides his arm,
A mortal man with vampiric charm.
On his shoulder I rest my head,
I hear his blood, see it coursing red.
Into his throat I slide my fangs,
In his chest his young heart bangs.
My fingers strain to hide his yell.
His voice is silenced trapped in Hell.
I drink my fill and let him fall,
His final moments fill the hall.
The calling card I leave the most,
Scarlet streaks on his velvet throat.
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