This is a poem about a dark figure who prowls the night looking for victims to meet his carnal needs. This is a poem about a Vampire. Mature Subject Matter {Sensual language} Please be advised.
The Midnight Stalker:
Abandoned by his mother
A creature conceived in sin
The sleeper has awakened
The nightmare will soon begin
In the shadows of darkness
Under the branches of trees
He watches from the distance
He is watching you and me
When stalking out his victim
Who are ladies of the night
He gives to them his money
And they feel from him his bite
It's the taste of human blood
He must drink it like red wine
He takes away their spirits
Puncture marks he leaves behind
A monster of the evening
He can smell a woman's lust
He will take from them their lives
Returning them to the dust
A woman or a child
It makes no difference for him
They both are satisfying
As their eyes are growing dim
Do not trust this kind stranger
He will kiss you on your hands
He will treat you with kindness
It is part of his dark plan
He'll pour into a woman
All his passion and his sin
He fills them with emotions
Love's a game he always wins
He laments for his victims
In the act of making love
He covers them in blankets
As he draws from them their blood
Beware of the Night stalker
Do not look inside his eyes
Any woman who greets him
In the end will surely die