Disguised as mortal,Reeking darkness undercover.
These creatures cannot fall,
The shade is their lover.
Lurking the city shades,
Tourn wings blending the ebony back.
Within seconds eerie is made,
Murdering light and its track.
They were once mortal,
Preyed on by the dark.
Tormented to the fall,
Leaving this sinister mark.
Running their blood cold,
They live to kill.
As if obeying as told,
Yet from it recieving a thrill.
Looking as though human,
Many foolish cross them,
Unaware they are far from Man,
Death is all that is cursed them.
Innocent lives lost,
They just laugh on,
For though to them, it has no cost,
They are already long gone...
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