Here I lay awoken from my slumber, at rest for a century or more, exiled from my home, banished from my throne, I feel you’re your heartbeat, the sound of your running footsteps because you sense I am near, I can sense your fear and smell your flesh, for I am a creature of the night.
Don’t panic and don’t resist and don’t put up a fight, I only want a little bite, I have not eaten in a very long time, if you accept me I will make you mine, I think you would be very tasty and divine, I know what you search for, immortal is how you want to feel, I know you think its all in your mind, you think I am not real, but you will know the truth as I leave two puncture marks as my proof, so at night be wary and brave as it is my bite for you I crave. I will quench my thirst, and you will be the first for I am the prince of darkness, a restless soul forever cursed.