He loves to drink from a daywalker,
His role is forever that of the stalker.
He enjoys snatching from you the breath
Which seperates you from Death.

He has faced God's trial,
And felt a painful denial.
He has since faced a true fire,
And now stands a creature of Darkness, a vampire.

Now, through a twist of fate,
Only himself does he now hate.
He now stands alone,
With no true place to call his own.

We now know the name of a being above us,
That of the immortal soul, Angelus.

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