He wasn't born a usual child, fiery eyes spawned so wild Black wings adorn his back, Skin of scars & full of cracks
Has the scent & thirst for blood Flesh gushes and out comes a flood as a nurse came close and her pulse thrilled him with an unnatural impulse.
He flew out the window with reckoning speed, A hunger for more to fulfill his needs, He leaves a whole city in a blood-bath fury before they finish their wakening coffee.