Vampire Sonnets Viii Like Me

Wearing a mask and a black coat with tails, the crease in that top hat he could not fail; A kept moth in my otherworldly glow so difficult to read I did not know; Both of us lurking where the dark things dwell it was obvious he had been through Hell; History impossible to suppress the fire in his blood was not a pretense; Clear he was not sure what he was doing anything said he was not refusing; Soft and gentle or deadly aggressive could a vampire make this man submissive? Looking at him it was hard to believe the look in his eyes he was just like me.