By:Andrew Troy Keller

I am a creature of the night--
One that is the cause of all fright,
For I would search for a victim,
Drain the blood of that victim
And return to my coffin until the next night.

And to make matters worse,
This is my curse.
I can not cease this dread
Of drinking a human's purest red.
It is indeed my curse.

Long ago,I had lost my true love.
She was as beautiful as a snow-white dove.
However,one terrifying evening,
She was attacked by a horrible being--
One that had drank the blood of my true love.

Then,it had sank it's fangs into me.
And that was how I have came to be.