In a world of shadow, where darkness creeps,
There dwells a creature, in slumber deep.
With eyes of crimson and fangs so sharp,
He wakes from his coffin with a deadly art.
A vampire awakes, at the darkest hour,
His gaze unyielding, his presence a power.
He rises from the grave with an evil grin,
Searching for victims to feed his dark sin.
With stealth and cunning, he stalks the night,
Preying on the innocent with malicious might.
He feasts upon their blood, their lifeblood drained,
Leaving behind bodies lifeless and drained.
He haunts the nightmares of those he leaves behind,
A chilling specter, a presence unkind.
His curse forever binding his undead fate,
Forever cursed to a vampire's desolate state.
Beware, oh traveler, in the moonlight's gleam,
For in the shadows lurks the vampire's dream.
He hungers for blood, a relentless quest,
A creature of darkness, forever unblessed.
So seek not his company, nor cross his path,
For in the vampire's lair, there's no turning back.
He is the master of the night, his reign supreme,
A creature of horror, a devilish dream.
He laughs at your fear and drinks in your pain,
His heart a cold fortress, forever disdain.
The vampire exists, a legend of old,
In darkness he dwells, his story retold.
In a world of shadow, where darkness creeps,
There lurks the vampire, in his eternal sleep.
With eyes of crimson and fangs so sharp,
He waits for his prey, his hunger to carve.