Pale haze of the moon overhead,

You’re walking; lonely,

Stalked by the dead.

A shadow passes with barely a sound,

You look but see no one,

Nothing but silent footsteps on the ground.

You start to hurry;

I can feel your fear,

The stories you’ve heard make you begin to worry.

I make my move; a shadow in the night,

Your eyes widen; you see me now,

You give a bloodcurdling scream of fright.

A splatter of blood; and all is cold,

I can feel your pulse; getting fainter,

All is silent; I can feel your life draining away.

Crimson regret coats my lips; my bloodstained fangs flash in a smile,

So stupid to wander these streets alone,

Your bare neck; defiled .