Bodies strewn across the floor, a gruesome sight, Limbs torn apart, a macabre delight, Blood splattered walls, a crimson fright, The scent of death, lingering in the night.

Guts spill out, like twisted art, Entrails tangled, tearing hearts apart, Screams of agony, piercing through the dark, A symphony of terror, a devilish spark.

The vampire’s fangs sink deep into flesh, Ripping veins, causing rivers to gush and thresh, Bodies drained, lifeless and fresh, A feast of carnage, a blood-soaked mesh.

Eyes gouged out, sockets empty and hollow, Skulls cracked open, brains exposed to swallow, Bones shattered, bodies twisted and mellow, A graveyard of horrors, a chilling tableau.

The vampire’s castle, a chamber of gore, Walls adorned with heads, a gruesome decor, Blood-soaked carpets, sticky to the core, A haunting reminder of the lives she tore.

In the moonlit graveyard, the dead arise, Zombies and ghouls, with hollowed eyes, Rotten flesh, maggots crawling in disguise, A legion of darkness, ready to terrorize.

The vampire’s reign, a reign of dread, A kingdom of nightmares, where the living are dead, Bloodlust and terror, her legacy spread, A never-ending nightmare, where hope is shred.

So beware, dear reader, of this gruesome tale, Of a vampire’s hunger, that will never fail, For in the shadows, she lurks, ready to assail, Leaving behind a trail of bodies, a bloody trail.