He has a lust for blood,
Addicted to dark.
Can hear the blood's rush,
Never forgets to mark.
Compelling to forget,
He has done masters in it.
People who meet him regret,
No one can change his wits.
He is not a human being,
He hates it if called so.
Not that he hates everything,
It's just that he never shows.
War with sunlight,
He has everyday.
Quenches his thirst,
When he finds a new prey.
Rabbit or crow,
He doesn't care.
He can turn into anything,
If he is dared.
Sharpness of mind,
Is one of his gifts from God.
So those should be aware,
Who are thieves or fraud.
He can turn very ugly,
If you try to play game.
He can turn a mortal to vampire,
Without any shame.
Who is as afraid of vervain as a man of fire,
He is none other than a 'vampire'.
