I tread down the street- it's late... really late for some, around 3 AM. I am wandering, Looking for my next victim, [I am sorry, I must] to take a bit of blood from... to survive. It's cold, And I tighten my cloak, around my anicent white body, As the snow [that's as white as me] begins to fall, Bringing a white Christmas. But not all before, I capture a golden glimmer, [that isn't a Christmas light] Out of the corner of my eye. [right one...] I smile... Knowing, that I don't walk alone, And won't, no matter what... I'll see that golden glimmer and know, I am safe.
-Alpha Raye