White.
White are my fangs.
Some may say ivory is what
slashes the night air.
Red.
Red is the blood.
The blood I drink,
so thirstly in the dead of night.
Black.
Black are the shadows.
They follow me,
whisper to me,
sing me songs of my
next victim.
Dark.
Dark is my soul,
as I stalk you,
search for you,
a fresh body,
fresh
blood
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