THE ULTIMATE HIGH

Crouched in the darkness, waiting to strike:
A silent form black as the night.
His twisted grin ande bloodshot eyes
Define his lust for the ultimate high.

An innocent man with nothing to fear,
Is slowly, unknowingly wandering near.
His bloody demise is coming soon,
For the vampire's eyes glow with the moon.
He strikes with speed and absolute grace
His fangs in the neck and blood on his face.

Finally filled, he's back on his feet;
The man's blood steams from the heat.
The vampire screams and takes to the sky,
For now he has found the ultimate high.