Thick and warm and sickly sweet
It satisfies a lust,
A need I never knew was there;
To rend and tear flesh from flesh,
To breath in the scent of fear,
The musk of coming death.
To take the souls of the pious,
To drink of the stolen elixir of life;
For me at least.
I have been made.
The bite has been given,
The blood has been taken;
I walk into the world of Darklight,
A vampire now.
A killer, a monster;
The same as I always was, inside.