In shadows deep where whispers moan,
A vampire dwells, forever alone,
Once regal and fierce, with power supreme,
Now haunted by nightmare, lost in a dream.

His fangs, once sharp, like daggers they gleamed,
Now dull and rusty, they flicker and gleamed,
In mirrors he stares, a ghastly facade,
A wraith of his former self, weak and flawed.

Once feasted on fear, drank deep from the night,
Now grapples with echoes, as sanity takes flight,
The hunger inside him, an insatiable beast,
Consuming his thoughts, a relentless feast.

With every poor victim who falls in his path,
He feels...