• Damp, dark night on the street,
    Twilight right at its feet

    A girl standing there,
    Far away from the pole's eerie glare

    Face, pale, in shadow,
    Beautiful as one could dream

    Eyes gleaming, unnaturally flared,
    Mouth full, dagger teeth.

    Blood dripping, down the chin,
    Victoriously licked from the lips.

    On the floor,
    A man lays there

    Neck bitten,
    Rotten rag doll, never smitten.

    Dead and gone,
    He is bone dry.

    But the soul revived,
    Brought back unwanted

    Unwind, he wakes,
    Old self escaped.

    His teeth are razors,
    Eyes deep red

    He is ravenous,
    Crazed

    He is a vampire,
    One of the Undead