Condemned to the long
endless night, in the shadows
it stolks with such a fright.

Like a spider it waits in
the corner, with a web of
desire it captures your
dreams of passion and ends
with screams.

Dripping slowly into the
endless night, your blood
is theirs for eternity.

Blackened soul, skin and bone,
blood and breath, its gone cold.

Like a statue the vampire seems,
with its cold and white lifeless
corpse it doesn't move until hunger rises from its darkest depths.

From the cold earth it came,
lurking amongst the shadows
and nightmares to drink from
the living. Vampire!

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton