Imagine I was a vampire, and I
chose to be good.
I would drink the blood of animals and
people who deserved it.
My skin would be so pale, my eyes would
be red like rubies.
Imagine I could fly, I would have the sky
as my domain.
Tasting the fresh clean air before me,
soaring through the clouds.
Listening to the wind speak to me, breezing
in the moonlight.
Imagine my fangs.
Would they be white or blood stained?
The feeling I would get sinking my fangs into
yet another victim.
Tasting the warm blood as it reached me, hoping