Eternal Death

Who's hardly ever seen
Skin as pale
as vanilla ice cream
A nocturnal creature
Who owns the moonlight
You don't want to meet him
in the middle of the night

A predator
Who stalks us his favourite prey
It's in those pitch black eyes
that his powers lay
He can take hold of you
without use of hands
And then when he's got you
He finally shows those fangs

A loner
For whom life holds no joy
He leaves his coffin
a shell of a man
and returns a soulless void
His gift is eternal life
But eternity became a life sentence
the day he lost is loving wife