Changeing of a man.

Stare into his empty soul,
And count the minutes goodbye.
Pour his blood into the bowl,
A promise that you won't cry.

He won't remember what your are,
Who, and why your here.
His gaze will stay apoun the stars,
And will have lust for a humans fear.

Werewolf? Shapeshifter? Vampire? Oh no.
He is nothing of the sort.
He's something thats never been shown,
A new speices from the devils fort.

Don't you know that you should run?
Cower, and hide in fear.
He thinks a chase will be quite fun,
he's no longer your little dear.

Your romance is over,
Since he has changed.
He cares not that he's your lover
Only taken lust with rage.

So wave goodbye child,
And dare not to get close.
Your blood would make him wild,
And beating heart will make a deadly pose.
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Yeaaahhh...um...no idea. Please don't ask.
Wild imagination.