From ancient tombs where shadows creep,
A creature stirs, a blood-dark sleep.
With eyes that gleam like crimson fire,
The vampire awakes, a dire desire.
The moon, a silver disc above,
Witnesses the dance of love,
A twisted love, a hunger deep,
Where mortal blood and shadows leap.
The night unfolds, a velvet shroud,
As whispers rise, a haunting cloud.
The vampire glides, a silent flight,
Seeking prey beneath the night.
The victim sleeps, a peaceful sight,
Unknowing of the coming plight.
The vampire's fangs descend with grace,
A crimson tide stains the pale face.
The blood, a nectar, dark and sweet,
Quenches the thirst, a macabre treat.
The vampire drinks, a ravenous need,
Bound to the night, a cursed creed.
The moon, a witness to the scene,
Bathed in blood, a macabre queen.
The vampire's eyes reflect its light,
A symbol of eternal night.
The dawn approaches, a golden hue,
The vampire retreats, a silent cue.
The victim lies, a lifeless form,
A victim of the night's dark storm.
The cycle repeats, an endless dance,
A blood-soaked waltz, a chilling trance.
The vampire lives, a creature of the night,
Bound to the moon, a haunting sight.

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