The Creature

Creature of night,
Creature of fright,
Creature of beauty,
Taker of life.
Hiding in the darkest of shadows,
Fangs dripping with sweet, sweet venom,
Ready to leap,
Taking out your next victim.
Heartless murdered,
Cold killer,
Calculated movements,
For an unexpected death.
They never saw it coming,
Never even felt your breath.
Hunting every single night,
Humans never detect you,
With their poor sight,
It's pathetic, it's true.
Every single day,
A home awakens to one less.
You're skilled at hiding bodies,
Leaving absolutely no mess.
So the family just assumes,
That your victim only left,
As you smile from your coffin,
With their blood on your breath.