Each day just when the sun goes down,
And there is no one else around,
Is when the vampires comes out to play;
But really, she is hunting prey.
She haunts the shadows of the night,
Searching for the type that's just right;
She has the thirst to drain your blood.
She'll give you fatal hickeys, bud!
She's quite a beauty, so they say;
comes out at night, and sleeps each day.
She'll leap on you, like a cat from a rafter,
When she's done, she fills the night with her laughter.
A huntress she is, who lusts for more;
She'll drink your blood, and feast on gore;
And every victim that she's attacked,
Are found with neck -marks, blue and black.
A lady vampiress out for a kill,
She yearns for blood, and maybe a thrill.
However, the main thing on her mind
Are fresh, soft necks, whether yours or mine
When daylight comes, she's back in her den;
Sleeping in peace, 'til nightfalls again.
Scoff if you will, but you'd better watch out-
She might get you next, to clear up your doubt.
wrote 10/3/2007 by norman hale jr.
norman hale
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