There you were, standing like an innocent in the freezing rain, whilst shoppers scattered for cover.

There you were, gazing serenely at humanities plight. Yet you remained silent.

As you stood there, sharpening those razor sharp talons, you eyed your next victim.

Middle height with shorn hair this one. Innocent as a babe. You moved in swiftly, taking him unawares.

Even as you smashed his living vein with your dagger teeth, you ignored his final scream.

Callous, merciless, with a heart of stone, decaying through the centuries.

Hundreds had died at your hands. All genders, all ages, perished beneath your ravenous onslaught.

Even those school kids walking past your unmarked grave.

Other eyes watch you now. Eyes filled with knowledge. Eyes that recognise your filthy kind.

You see him not, stepping away into the night. You don’t even know he is following.

As you slip inside your putrid grave, you think that safety is secured.

Until that stake pounds through your stony heart, as you gurgle your final breath.

As the last time passes into history.