23 June 2012
Amidst the streets of London, Lies a predator on the hunt, A shadow of the night, One to never ever confront.
A gentleman to most, When he isn't trying to bite, But if you have the choice, Do not go out at night.
He hears your pulsing veins, He smells your blood racing, He hears your beating heart, And soon he'll be chasing.
No one knows his name, Not a soul knows his age, Some guesses reach a century, There's just no way to gauge.
But despite this they know, To never cross the vampire, To never try to slay it, Or else fall to its desire.
Hunter Of The Night • Opuss № I