The vampire

A man in dark from the east,
Prowls the night for blood to feast,
He walks the streets from dusk till dawn,
And doesn’t even pass a yawn,

This man is pale as though he’s dead,
His body cold from toe to head,
His canines long and pearly white,
He gives his victims no time to fight.

A man came knocking on his door,
He came at night to implore,
He came and answers tried to find,
He tried to unravel the creatures mind


He saw a coffin upon the floor,
And found him self pinned to the door,
He bared his neck and drank and drank,
Until to his knees the man had sank.

Their he knelt begging “mercy please,”
But his clothes the vampire seized,
He dragged him up on to his feet,
And to his maker went to meet.