In twilight's hush, where shadows play,
The vampires stir, and come out to sway,
Their eyes aglow, like lanterns bright,
As they dance in darkness, with wicked delight.

With skin as pale as moonlit snow,
And hair as black as the night's dark woe,
They move with stealth, and silent ease,
Their hearts as cold as the winter's freeze.

Their fangs, like...