As the vampire stood,

he felt good,

looking out over the city

at night,

night creatures he would pity,

there were a few broken street lights,

and bats soaring

across a patch of sky,

lumbering rats

rumbled through the streets,

hiding from hungry cats,

on a hill overlooking the town,

the vampire could make out

a dark shape,

it was fate,

and without anything else to say,

he pounced,

and the dark image became prey.