You now do understand your awesome
power,
you also have had your greatest hour.
You now know your life is teathered,
Like a freak who has been tarred and feathered.
You cannot blend in nor can you hide,
your new found life cannot be put aside.
You now know you are a hunter bound to the night,
A hunter granted the gift of flight.
The feelings you suffer every now and again,
The pain and anguish are ties to your mortal skin.
As time passes the feelings will subside,
Until comes the night when all emotions have died.
This will not be easy nor is it quick,
Some have lived centuries and still feel emotions' prick.
You will know when you have travelled this course,
You will be able to devour a human as if it were a horse.
You will lose all sense of pain and all sense of sorrow,
Looking forward only to your first kill tomorrow.
