I have heard of him being cold hearted.
Yet his looks, locks and gleaming blue eyes
speak of a man whose passions run high.
His tall, gaunt figure and piercing gaze
set many a maiden’s heart aflutter.
They thirst for his touch, drink in
his dashing, devilish demeanor and
dream of his deep devouring kisses.
How little they know of his reality!
He’d lived for eons, knew nothing of love.
His heart laid silent in his pallid frame.
His speed, beauty and fantastic powers
exist and last only by sucking in blood.
Blood of humans and of any other kind
is what makes him what he is; cold hearted
never dying, diamond bright, damned to darkness.
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