Vampires are the creatures of night,
Whose kiss is an eternal bite,
They'll feast on blood until the dawn,
For in the sunlight they will be gone.
Some fear them yet some do not,
Those who love them have never been caught,
For when you're turned and dead for good,
That can put you in a horrible mood.
As the undead they cannot die,
Not even when choked with a tie,
There are only afew things you can do,
But best to send a hunter to do this for you.
They will stake them in the heart,
It's almost a slaying form of art,
Then the vampire will turn to ash,
And the rest of them will try to dash.
But not all vampires are as evil as you think,
Some write their life stories all out in ink,
Others never wanted to be this way,
They had absolutey no say.
Still vampires are creatures of the night,
With a very fierce eternal bite.