Four hundred year's of wandering this planet....
A hunger for blood, sharpend wolf like teeth to draw the life sustaining
fluid to fill this hunger for yet a little while.
A mere thought..and i am able to fly into the night in search of another
mortal to take away this gnawing emptyness that can only be relieved with
blood itself.
My mind fill's with the inner most thought's of you mortal, you lay as an
open book that is to be read. The dark gift has allowed me to know you'r
thought's as i know my very own.
A word.....a gesture, you'r will defeated to serve me, many woman i have
seduced...erotic night's filled with pleasure and passion.
I have been shot, stabbed several time's, hung for crime's of murderous intent
to feed this hungering, burned at the steak for beaing the son of the devil
dureing the trial's of salem.
Yet with every death.......there is an awakening, this immortality you mortal's
secretly crave.
Through these eye's that shine of red color in the night, there is nowhere
to hide amongst the darkness.....vision that uncover's the darkness as though
the light of the sun were shineing.
Many of mine kind have spread amongst the mortal population, some many, many
century's old....some young, haveing taken the dark gift not long ago.
We walk in the darkness....only fearing the light of the day....and nothing
else.
Though death may try to come to snatch me away from this existence of
immortality...............i and my kind shall alway's survive.
..........Survive for yet another awakening.