Night

I take a drink and let my body die look around hear the people cry I wait till night to take a

 bite before I see the light  I will never go outside till night I am the creature of night, I will

 never die unless I see light I will never go outside till night I am the creature of night I will

 never grow old I am always cold take one look and you will know I am the creature of

 night, Turn your head and I will take a bite my fangs are sharp but they feel nice my eyes

 will hypnotize cause I am the creature of night, I hunger for your blood I hunger for your

 blood I am not looking for love I just hunger for your nice warm red blood let me taste

 your blood let me feel the warm flesh on your neck, With one bite you are mine with one

 bite you are hypnotized cause I am the creature of night.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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artly Avatar
September 25, 2026 at 1:25 PM
I've really been enjoying your poem and the emotions and imagery were so vivid that i could easily picture them as beautiful illustration. I'm a commission-based manga/webtoon artist,and I’d love to discuss the possibility of bringing this poem to life if you're ever interested. Feel free to reach out at gm@il : akiracomicart2@ or on inst@: akiraa_artly
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August 19, 2015 at 12:02 AM
Melinda, I like this very much SKAT
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November 19, 2010 at 2:38 PM
Very enjoyed your wording and flow in this wonderful piece...Michael
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November 19, 2010 at 1:55 PM
enjoyed the deep imagination here,,Melinda, have a nice day,..p.d.
Mehta Avatar
November 19, 2010 at 1:07 PM
Nice write on the creature of the night with this fine narrative
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