Darius Thorn

This is about one of my characters in a book I'm working on

He walks the night
amongst ravens of black,
raiding towns for blood
never looking back.
his teeth are razor sharp
he speaks lies through them,
sweet as a harp.

he's always alight
after a pointless fight.
hair waving in the whistling wind
curly, dirty, aged and horribly thinned.
focused on his screaming prey
a vampire no hunter can ever slay.

all his clothes are from his time
braces shirt and brown trousers that suit him fine.
fiery life burns through his heart
passion burning from the start
yet simply love is what he's missing
waiting for his true love
left wishing...