Sonnet Sunday: Till Morning Comes Again

 Mysterious eyes pierce through the night

Just a little blood will do all right

A savage hunger rips at his soul

The reaper's bell will begin to toll

Can’t lose the craving from this death thirst

Another fresh night just like the first

Must find someone guilty of a crime

So, he can cut them down in their prime

His weightless body flies through the air

Dressed all in black without any flair

Looking for the monsters where they stand

Sending them all to the promised land

To all his victims, the night is dire

With his thirst quenched, there stands the vampire

Triumphant, he lives another night

But tomorrow starts another plight