Poem

Some entertainment after the first four posts being a bit boring. I wrote it after I first found the glossary and you might have to use it quite a bit to understand the phrasings but nevertheless please comment and lemme know what you think!
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They said it was clinical vampirism.
That it was nothing to worry about.
I was a gaja, simple role player.
Human and mundane, mortal like you all.
I didn't believe in hematophagy, only in bats and mosquitos.
I disrgarded my hemeralopia and haematomania.
But the hunger got stronger and became haematodipsia.
I didn't know I was a kitra or believe in my kindred.
Completely latent, a leech with no mentor.
I was unaware of those of the blood.
They thought I was one with porphyria.
I had no idea I was a seeker for myself.
I knew not of my home in the shadow.
Unbeknownst to me I'd befriended their black swans, all vampire bait.
I thought they were just lifestylers.
But now I'm a fledgeling and have experienced the embrace, I'm no ardetha.
The beacon called to me and the becoming began.
I learned the ways of the black veil.
I experienced the blood bond for the first time.
Now I'm among the vampyres, my brothers and sisters in blood lust.
Just a childe, barely coming out of the coffin.
The dayside was nothing to me, I live on the darkside now.
My little coven with one elder and his supporting black swans forming our golden circle.
I knew their energy signatures like my own, we ruled the night--even our kitra.
The incubus and succubus active in bloodplay, our house at peace.
We could make such a mess, psychologically high on their prana and physically high from their blood.
Not a single poser, each leech recognises the next.
Psychic attacks easy, sanguines falling in love with their donors.
Blood fetishists welcome, our blood bond strong in bloodletting.
Siring our sources, welcome to the nightside.
The thirst now manageable, peace now at twilight.
Vamp-outs rare, I'm in control.
No one excommunicated, each fledgling welcome.
Our haven perfect darkness.
What could go wrong?
Ask our slayers, ask our hunters.
Don't let me die this way...
Spill our blood, all that we stole, all that was given.
White feathers stained, they've become that which they seeked to destroy.
Who's the bloodthirsty leech now?
Bloody white swans, now you're black as our night and you can't go back.