Eyes black as coal,
Upon it's prey they fall.
A knife to carve the wound,
Sucking the blood none too soon.
The rip of the flesh as he sliced,
A brand new wound with his knife.
Licking the blood away,
Blood-bonded they shall remain.
Skin as pale as the stars,
Not at all pure of heart.
With a brother that's his twin,
They both have wicked-evil grins.
They can make you fall into their eyes,
While you know nothing of their secret lives.
All the world in his hands without a care,
The aura of a witch hangs in the air.
Wandering aimlessly in any light,
He's not just bound to the moonlight.
He's nothing like what you see,
So you better know before you judge he.


It's now finished.