Vampires
Stealing souls through out the night, the creature can smell your hidden fright,
mirrors have no tale of them, they cannot see their lie, in many forms they seek your blood, but mostly they will fly. They come in the night, so their eyes pierce into your mind, and to them all, virgin blood is the greatest find. Nonsense, says the manly men, theres nothing for me to fear, the beating heart and pulsing veins is what they listen to hear. Nothing helping all the weak, but a cross around their neck, without some kind of weapon, they'll throw you to the deck. Only to can kill the hunters, the sun or a stake, and if you miss with both of them, your soul they'll easily take.
A little poetry from me for the new year.
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