You walk at night <br />Under the light of the moon, <br />Your skin so pale, yet so radiant, <br />And your hair black as the ravens <br />That fly overhead. <br />You stalk your human prey <br />With a thirst unlike any other <br />A thirst for his blood, <br />So sweet against your lips <br />As it courses down your throat, <br />Prolonging your dark eternal life. <br />With seductive beauty and grace <br />You lure men into the darkness, <br />Beckoning to them <br />With a voice so soothing to their ears, <br />Compelling their urges <br />Of lust and fornication. <br />And as you allow the man's lips to touch your flesh, <br />As you indulge yourself in his sexual pleasures, <br />You extend your fangs <br />And let out a demonic hiss <br />Before plunging them deep into his throat, <br />Drinking his blood <br />Like a wild animal, <br />Leaving only a pale dry corpse. <br />You walk away from the corpse <br />Smiling so sinisterly, <br />For the dead you leave will rise again <br />As monsters like yourself. <br />For you are the temptress of evil <br />You are the angel of death <br />You are the vampire.<br /><br />Troy Clark And Neal Simons<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-vampire-5/
