The moon behind the clouds,
Darkness fills the night.
No living makes a sound,
Remaining with no light.

Slowly death stalks,
Down alley and down path.
The wind begins to weep,
The vampire begins his wrath.

In the garden he sees her,
Dancing in the moonlight,
A smile on her face,
It will never turn right.

He gives an evil smile,
She gave no single sob.
Laughing to herself,
Her blood he is going to rob.

He silently walked to her,
Never did she hear.
Never did she notice,
When he was so near.

A young woman’s heart,
A vampire’s lust.
She is his victim,
Kill her he must.

He dances behind her,
His presence was never known.
He went for attack,
She gave a quiet moan.

Her neck he did kiss,
Before he did bite.
Her body became weak,
His hold became tight.

Her body soon fell,
His mouth rich with blood.
Her skin was pale white,
Her blond hair in the mud.

The vampire flew away,
Her body left to die.
This story of death,
Never was a lie.

He will always be hungry,
Still more blood he will desire.
Here ends the tale,
Of the woman and the vampire.
 
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