In the velvet embrace of night,
where shadows dance
to the silent rhythm of the moon,
lies a tale untold, of a creature born from darkness.
His eyes, pools of obsidian,
reflecting centuries of longing,
haunting the edges of existence.
He moves through the mist,
a specter of desire,
seeking solace in the taste of life.
Whispers of his name linger
on the lips of those who fear him,
yet beneath the cloak of fear, lies a primal fascination,
an allure they cannot deny.
He prowls the streets,
a predator in the guise of a man,
drawn to the pulse of life,
to the warmth that beckons him.
His hunger knows no bounds,
his thirst unquenchable.
And so he hunts,
drinking deep from willing veins,
savoring the sweet nectar of existence,
leaving behind a trail of echoes, of souls touched by his kiss.
In the quiet hours before dawn,
he fades into the shadows,
his hunger momentarily sated,
but always lurking,
waiting for the next taste,
the next fleeting moment of ecstasy.
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Whispers of the Soul: Verses From Within
PoetryEmbark on a journey into the depths of the human spirit with Whispers of the Soul: Verses From Within by Royce Earnest Rasmussen. In this captivating collection of poetry, Rasmussen delicately weaves words into intricate tapestries of emotion, invit...
