Mitzion

once bitten

descending down the line
from ancient times with human intent
a predator of astral figure came, to leech great might
weakened and brought low as we slept alone, one by one
the creature of the night, a master of darkness and dreams
hovering near, under the mind, yet before the eye
ever open, never slumbering, ever watching, vigilant
as it neared with psychic stealth, it thought
to separate, control, consume and destroy
unaware of the still alertness
in silence observing the intention, without thought
like a spear of black emanation, destiny responds
straight to it, off the palm, striking to protect it
breaking the vampire spell

again bitten, he fears