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,...