I'm the lead musketeer
I'm the lord of war
I'm the scary Godzilla
I'm the devourer of Thor
I'm the unchainable devil
I'm the lightning bolt
I'm the beast of heavy metal
I'm the earthquake jolt
I'm the scorching desert heat
I'm the raging tsunami
I'm the mountain dew - sweet
I'm the harbinger of calamity
I'm the rainforest canopy
I'm the invisible shadow
I'm the succourer of tragedy
I'm the Masai's trusty bow
I'm the icy chill in the poles
I'm the white squall
I'm the procrastinator of goals
I'm the meteorite in freefall
I'm the blast of cosmic rays
I'm the purveyor of mystery
I'm the mermaids in Whitecap Bay
I'm the Rurouni who's lost his way
I'm the nitrous to your oxide
I'm the trip in ubiquitous speed
I'm the eagle in its maiden glide
I'm the height of man's greed
I'm the mighty true pen
I'm the vestige of Damascus Steel
I'm the iridescent pink hen
I'm the first practical wheel
I'm the echo of your words
I'm the salt in your tears
I'm the punch bag for your hurt
I'm the vanquisher of your fears
I'm the roar of Kagame
I'm the undying smile of Bafana
I'm the eloquence of Lee
I'm the Samurai's katana
I'm the Anchor punch of Ali
I'm the "brother" to Malcolm's "hood"
I'm the love of Rumi
I'm the ATP in your food
I'm the scratch in the cat's claw
I'm the neck to vampire's bite
I'm the echo of Simba's roar
I'm the scholar - erudite
I'm the cool summer breeze
I'm the colour of the Autumn leaf
I'm the Eagle's vice-like squeeze
I'm the height of your grief
I'm the invisible menace
I'm the Komodo's bite
I'm the Boa's embrace
I'm the pallor in your fright
I'm the cobra's dance
I'm the rose's thorn
I'm the peacock's elegance
I'm the desert flower-reborn
I'm the mystery of Holmes
I'm the patient of the Doctor
I'm the flesh on your bones
I'm the beating heart of your prefecture
I'm the HTML to your CSS
I'm the Trojan horse to your AV
I'm the fundamental script of JS
I'm the ever-watching CCTV
I'm the mystery of Loch Ness
I'm the intrigue in the UFO
I'm the sparkle in the Aurora Borealis
I'm the speculation in Area 51-don't go
I'm the dancer to your rhythm
I'm the colour of your brush strokes
I'm the pitch in your beating drum
I'm the nicotine in your smokes
I'm...just you.
By
Vampire
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