The vampire

He only stretches to see
human blood makes him hungry
Stronger and stronger, devoid of peace
Then like tiger, he gnash his teeth

Ready to hunt, he strikes the air
Paving way, seeking to quench
The insatiable thirst lest it's blood
He sucks not the dead but the living's clot

He howls at prey, he summons prey's fear
Suddenly at prey's neck, with just two tears
Somehow he draws blood and ends his preys
Blood blood He cries, yet he drinks Peter and drey

Regrets might fill him after his deeds
Fired bullet can never be controlled
Nay, a flowing river never looks backward
Nothing can be done to bring the dead