Caramelized by the dark night fog
concealed black hair and white fangs drip
approaching with no fear the midnight wind provokes they have no idea what their in for
unnecessary deaths follow a prolonged capture

He’s placed in a trunk and unaware their doomed fate I know the kind well because the second one is near and I’m the third.

Hundreds of years gone by the numbers were great plagues on humanity we governed ourselves now hunted to extinction only we three remain one is close to fate, the second one has fled and wait to prospect their hate and plan my defense

Once I had been caught, only to be released by their kind, fighting for my life dissolving others in my hands my wounds left no trace my seemingly immortal disguise

Soon I’ll be the last, the history erased with my demise, no belief in hope leaves a small future to find the curse of the soulless, all ends with the last breath a day may come one will walk the