His name Damon Salvatore,
when he strikes it is gory,
haunting is his story,
once an experiment,
he never forgot his past especially his parent,
his father proud and cruel,
in his judgements people thought of him as a mule,
he was an awful fool,
Damon as a vampire loved to kill during a campfire,
his secrets untold this he always controlled,
his blue eyes everyone knew,
his hair jet black, he did not mind for girls to have a yack,
bad jokes he often would crack,
the jokes would make people go back,
humans he hated but sometimes dated
an olive skinned girl he mated,
her hair in curls that made him think of swirls,
when dancing with her he would spin her in slow twirls,
the thing he didn't know,
she was bad,
this for a time made him glad,
she taught him how to love,
this was just a plot,
his fangs not everyone feared,
the sharp teeth always made blood become smeared,
he hated people cleared,
on the scene he often disappeared.
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