Beneath the baleful moon, ‘midst the spooky silver night, A vampire emerges, a creature of fright, With skin as pale as moonlight’s glow, as white as skeleton bone, And eyes as red as blood, in the darkness they’re sown.

Her hair, a tangle of ebony, sleek and oily black, Hung over her face like a shroud, a sinister attack, In a cloak of midnight velvet, she wanders through the land, A ghoulish grace in her steps, as shadows at her command.

Silent as death, she whispers tales from a dark strand, Cryptic words, like morning dew, in the chilling breeze they’re fanned, Her teeth, like yellow daggers, gleam in a smile so tightly fanned, Reflecting the evil that dwells, in a mouth so finely planned.

The scent of iron lingers, a mixture bizarre, A whiff of mustiness, a hint of tar, A smell so metallic, it beckons, as her presence is unmanned, Close, it’s dank and graveyard grey, a harbinger of doom’s brand.

She touches you with icy fingers, a frigid chill, A shiver runs up your spine, a sensation standing still, Misunderstood, some might say, a cursed existence she believes, But her grip, like death’s own sway, is what your fate receives.

An evil creature of the night, a predator in disguise, A vampire’s eternal hunger, hidden behind her eyes, She hisses like the serpent, in the cold moonlight’s strand, A silent menace, both evil and misunderstood, she’ll forever command.

As the night descends, your fate is in her hand, A vampire’s embrace, in her dark, enchanting brand, To love or fear, that’s the choice, as chills crawl down your spine’s land, A vampire, wandering the dark, a creature of eerie and scary demand.