"Wanderer of Night"

His name was Darren.
He was a wanderer;
A creature of the night.
Through grassy plains he traveled,
Over the high step pyramids in Mexico.
He wandered over dark roads
In search of listliss mortals.
He was a pale creature,
Who lived off their blood.

A lost soul he was,
Searching for meaning.
He looked in mortals,
He looked in his kind.

Never did he find that meaning.

And as the early morning neared,
He sunk down into the deep earth,
Cursing this damned eternity,
Asking himself again,
'How do they all survive these long, cold nights?'

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