As I stand here off in the shadows,
I watch the people who pass by me.
I look for someone, who is worthy of my gift,
Someone to whom I can bestow my kiss.

As the night wears on, I see no one who is special enough to satisfy me,
No one who is special enough for my tender kiss.
As the night bleeds into dawn, I must not be too selective,
For my time is wearing thin.

At last I see the perfect victim,
Someone who is perfect for my gift.
She is young and healthy,
I can smell her fear already.

As she passes me, her smell is intoxicating,
The smell she emits is of her fear of the unknown.
I snatch her quick as lightning,
She does not have time to react,
She is stricken with terror.

When our eyes lock, time seems to stand still,
In her eyes, I see her vulnerability, her dread.
I enter her mind and consume her terror,
As I feed off her fear, I give her my gift, my kiss.
As I penetrate her skin, I taste her sweet copper blood,
Her silent screams go unheard.
When I release her, her body goes limp.

The meal she has given me was one to satisfy the ages,
A meal of fear and blood.
And I have given her my gift,
My gift to her was my tender kiss of death.

nice poem

It's vampir.

I'm from the region ;)