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They're hunting, I can feel it in my bones,

in the darkness of my soul, and my inner mind.

It's past the midnight hour and time to roam,

I hear their silent footsteps and flutter of wings.



Creatures of the night with one goal in mind,

but to satisfy the blood taste that yearns so deep.

All are changed from their short tender mortal lives,

to undead immortal creatures of the nether world.



I freeze in fear as suddenly I become surrounded,

their eyes hypnotic, peeking into my deepest fears.

I am pounced upon feeling my life-force drained,

awakening to the knowledge of being one of them.