Your wings swoop and sway as you delicately join me on the ground.
Your skin is the shade of night at it’s darkest,
Your eyes the colour of the blood you crave.
You float through the sky with the grace of a bird,
But you bite to kill, as deadly as a shark.
I understand that you need to feed,
To drink the life of others.
But what I don’t understand is why me?
Why did you choose me to keep you alive when I am sure there are many others far more delicious?
So you land by my side and your wings relax,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem