Ashes in the Rain

The midnight calls the sleeping, fanged man
And he stirs to make an assessment of the land
His cat-like eyes, like the devil's, so malicious
The blood to be sought after would surely be delicious
So he kicks off from the peak of the highest mountain
And is instantly drowned in a luminous fountain
He now seeks refuge in a cave by the cove
And is embraced by the comfort the darkness bestows
Resting only for a miniscule fraction of time
He fails to regain his much-needed strength and pride
Thirst races on through his now empty veins
As he stumbles outside to be washed away with the rain