Beneath the stars,
You lay under my gaze so enticing,
beneath this cape lies a thousand scars,
Your perfect shape awaiting my deathly sting.
I come under the snare of dark shadows,
Knowing beneath your skin is my obsession,
The stench of satisfaction from my gleaming jaws,
Being my victim is not your decision.
The blood red ebony has me in it's iron grip,
For you I have the perfect dose of seduction,
The enticing words which escape my lips,
Tonight I hunt together with my brethren.
A thousand years of existence,
The dark hunters under the Second Light,
The beauty of my unending addiction,
True and true you will have my bite.
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