• I am darkness at its bluest. To me there is sheer delight in the shadow of the night. No need to insist, for the night I exist. The light of day is not nights way. I am a creature of the dark. I have been groomed for gloom. For eons of time, the night has been mine. I cant remember when the night and I didn’t function like twins. Just as the oceans floor holds mysteries, the night alone conceals my history. Just as poetry flows from ocean currents and from the slashing force of wind springs forth designs, Each drop of rain delivers music to our minds, poetry never ceases. From my point of view, at night it increases. I find beauty in each dancing shadow and exquisite delight in the secret of the night. The spirit things clothed the unknown, Travel the same path that I consider home. Things that move skillfully at night do so without sight. My five senses are more acute than most. Of this superiority, I proudly boast. My movements are as swift as lightning dashing across the sky. They cant be held in focus by the human eye. I feed on a secret vein of life and rest in the protective cover of dusk in disguise. My skin is cold to the touch, don’t worry you wont touch me much. My beginning is of no importance, but I see no end in sight. I believe I am forever. I have been known by many titles and names. For none of them do I feel shame, for I exist as alla do. Just I am me and you are you. I am called Satan, Impaler, Death, Blood Drinker just to name a few – Pick one that suits you. Some even call me ghost yet vampire is what they call me most Whether these names are wrong or right.