Wings beat furiously against the blackening sky
The clock strikes 12 the moment someone dies
Blood curdling screams pierce the night
a soul escapes without a fight.
Blackness overtakes a withering frame
as black wings beat again and again.
Silence so loud it makes my ears bleed.
Black eyes shine against an early sun
The golden disk ends the past nights fun
Sated and tired I return to my lair
Then death and I become one.
No pulse no heartbeat the damned I've become
but the King of the night from me all run
I am the darkness the epitome of evil,
the devil on earth
pure evil and nothing less
I am the chosen one of stories you hear
The King of the Vampires
I'm your worst nightmare.
Ace V. Loon
