Rivers run blood red

Veins protrude

The streets weep

Victims’ brood

The moon glistens

Eyes glow red

Doors are locked

Outside walks the dead

She pounces from roof to roof

Her fangs dripping thick liquid

Seeking her next victim

Among the wicked

She spots him

Alone in the park

She comes up behind

Him from the dark

Her head goes back

Her hands stretch out

Her fangs grow long

Inside her mouth

She abruptly stops

She sniffs the air

There is something different

His blood type rare

The ghouls howl

Up at the moon

Graves open

Like a cocoon

Souls whimpering

Crying in despair

Evil lurks

Everywhere

She leaps up high

To watch him from afar

He gets up and just stands there

His actions quite bazaar

He looks to the left

Then to the right

She watches in wonder

He walks under the light

The darkness is thick

The night very eerie

The wind is whistling

The humans are weary

A couple walks by fast

Heading home in a hurry

He watches them go

Their feet quickly scurry

She looks their way

Then back at him surprise

He is facing her now

They have both locked eyes

His eyes go all black

Hers go all red

He suddenly disappears

It seems he has fled

She feels piercing eyes

On her neck pangs

She jerks around quick

His smile reveals fangs

She leapt upon him

As fast as the wind

In sunk her teeth

Saliva and blood did blend

He grabbed her off

Blood droplets drips

He held her close

He kissed her lips

Now this is the story

Everyone hear whispers of

The cruelest meanest

Vampires in love