I am the night. I am darkness at it's bluest. To me there is sheer
delight in the shadow of the night No need to insist, for the night I
exist.The light of day is not night's way. I am the night.I am a
creature of the dark. I have been groomed for gloom.For eons of time,
the night has been mine.I can't remember when the night and me didn't
function as twins. Just as the ocean's floor holds mysteries, the night
alone conceals my history.I am the night Just as poetry flows from ocean
currents and from the slashing force of windsprings forth designs,Each
drop of rain delivers music to our minds, poetry never ceases. From my
point of view, at night it increases.I find beauty in each dancing
shadow and exquisite delight in the secret of the night.The spirit
things clothed in the unknown,Travel the same path that I consider
home.Things that move skillfully at night do so without sight.I love
these wonders for I am the night. My five senses are more acute than
most. Of this superiority, I proudly boast.My movements are as swift as
lightening dashing across the sky. They can't be held in focus by the
human eye. Question - Who am I? I feed on a secret vein of life and rest
in the protective cover of dusk in disguise. My skin is cold to the
touch, don't worry you won't touch me much.My beginning is of no
importance, but I see no end in sight.I believe I am forever; I am the
night I have been known by many titles and names.For none of them do I
feel shame, for I exist as all do.Just as I am me, and you are you.I am
called Impaler, Death, Blood Drinker; just to name a few - Pick one that
suits you.Some even call me a Ghost; yet, vampire is what I am called
the most Whether these names are wrong or right, the fact remains - I am
the night.

-Legit

Penned by my hand on the 4th of Khepary, in the year 154 MA.