The humans surrounding me every day,
Tempt me in such a terrible way,
Because of that blood that pumps through their veins,
Powering their hearts, their minds, and brains
What a delight it would be to drain their blood,
A delicious meal under the starry black night
My fangs slide out and my eyes turn black,
Ready to feat on a midnight snack.
My heart is fixed on this little girl,
Dark, dark hair, that's shaped with curls
Her eyes widen when I grab her,
And her body goes slack,
Often a characteristic of my midnight snacks.
She wimpers as my fangs pierce her skin,
Possibly wondering, What was my sin? (Note: I meant this line because the girl is a Catholic, I have nothing against Catholics, it was just for the purpose of rhyming)
Her delicious thick blood pours down her chest,
Turning red, her white, frilly dress
As I sip and swallow, my sick version of wine,
I begin to feel - OH so divine
The poor girl is dry now,
But I don't shed a tear,
And as I turn to leave,
I hear a low growling,
Right next to my ear
And I know at that moment,
That the lone wolf is here
We wrestle and fight,
Right there in the streets,
And I soon walk away grinning,
With a feeling of relief.
I had won, and I'll keep it at that,
For I must go and find...
My next midnight snack
