A penniless beggar, battered and bruised
Stepped on by the townsfolk, your often abused
You help who you can, and never resist
All you've ever wanted is to coexist
Someone's approaching, this is your chance
You begin a simple jingle, and a well-practiced dance
You hold out your cup, a faint smile appearing
Their hand comes crashing down, and all you hear is them sneering
You begin to unravel, face down in the mud
They've mistaken kindness for weakness, you're ready for blood
It begins as a delicate whisper, a fleeting affair
It grows oh so subtly, nothing can compare
Nightfall approaches, as the thirst envelopes you
Arising from the muck, it's time to pursue
Your body stiffens, the scent has been caught
You're on the hunt now, hesitate you cannot
You shadow your prey with frightening precision
Striking from the darkness, crimson soon consumes your vision
The blood flows through you with a serpentine persuasion
Quickening your senses and heightening your evasion
The townsfolk surround you, they've had enough
You lean back and howl, tonight you'll be taking no gruff
You slither and slash with claws made for killing
They don't stand a chance, your deeds are quite chilling
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