Beneath the moon’s malevolent glare, A vampire awakens, spreading terror and despair, With skin as pale as death’s icy grip, Eyes like fiery coals, ready to strip.

Her ebony hair, a tangle of dread, Concealing her face, filled with dread, Clad in a cloak of shadows, she prowls, A spectral specter, darkness she avows.

She whispers cursed tales from the abyss, Words dripping with venom, a sinister hiss, Yellow fangs, sharp as daggers, gleam, A wicked smile, a nightmare’s theme.

A putrid stench, a foul and rancid scent, Rot and decay, a morbid lament, Icy fingers, like death’s icy touch, Sending shivers, fear’s clutch.

An enigma of the night, a predator’s guise, Her hunger unquenchable, her thirst never dies, Hissing like a serpent, venomous and vile, A creature cursed, her existence defile.

As darkness descends, your fate she commands, A vampire’s allure, in her chilling demands, To love or to fear, the choice is stark, A creature of nightmares, haunting the dark.