A vampire is waiting in the shadows as it rains
Craving the blood that you carry in your veins
Waiting for the clocks to strike the twelve
For midnight is the hour that your blood is on the shelf
You're the menu, the dessert
When it bites you, it won't hurt
You'll be dead, so what's it matter?
They'll still feed on the blood spatter
So for your sake just run with fright, use all your might
'Cause when the full moon rises, it's a vampire night...
Gloraly Gomez
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/vampire-night-2/
