HE

This is a story of madness
A tale both thick and thin
So, buckle up my friends
You’re in for one hell of a ride

Our tale begins, one fateful evening
During a clear and crystal night
All was quiet, none dare to stir
For HE was on the prowl

HE was a mysterious force
Coming and going as HE pleased
An old and ancient spirit
Born long before the dawn of humankind

The quiet broken with the whipping winds
HE turned, scenting the most alluring smell
The sharp tang of blood cutting through the air
With one last inhale, HE ran

In a darkened alleyway, just out of town
barely clothed lay a sickly little girl
coughing into a blood-soaked handkerchief
she collapsed against the side of the wall

HE approached, slowly but sure
Maybe she will be his next victim
He watched as she collapsed
Or maybe not