Darkness descends, the dawn of night
Translucent forms in pale moonlight
A deathly howl cuts through the air
And draws a gasp from lady fair
Who knows not yet her mortal plight
A black-caped figure, poised to bite
He holds his breath, his eyes closed tight
His head leans toward her throat so bare
Darkness descends
The Count performs his ancient rite
The maiden moans, her breath so slight
The vampire strokes her lush blond hair
Then bows his head as if in prayer
The victim’s skin, now deathly white
Darkness descends
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