An alluring figure lingers in the darkness,
The Sihlouette of his shape draws you in,
Captivating.
Yet you cannot put away the mence you feel flowing from his soul.
You feel yourself being drawn in by his seductive charm,
He waits to quench his perpetual thirst.
The darkness surrounds you.
A scream is heard,
Your blood flows freely.
He drains you.
And as you release your last inaudible breath,
You feel empathy, as you understand his curse.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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