• Cloaked in a billowing black robe,

    His sculpted face preserved in time,

    His long fingers a young throat probe,

    Gleaming fangs about to commit a crime.


    Entrancing eyes filled with a thirst, a thirst only blood could quench,

    His bared teeth met the tender flesh,

    The night air filled with a fetid stench;

    He stood and drew a rasping breath,

    The young child had been drained to death.


    The black sky turned a pale gray,

    The Vampire had long flown away.