I often ponder; the essence of
Pandora’s box and evil deeds…

To an emperor and his empire
Like a ghost, never spotted

A blood bath on a reddish pool
Righteous sinner and a Godly Demon

Clean dirty mud, innocent vampires…
That do not feast on the red water

From human streams, well, not directly
But through large farm of mosquitoes

He sets them free to suck human blood
And when filled it returns to him

Emptying bloods fetched from veins
The thin line between life and death

Begins to fade; easy to erase
Vampires are people making deadly weapons

And weapons do not kill
Vampires do, indirectly.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu