• The vampire poem

    They're waiting, they're waiting, and they're waiting.

    They hunt during the day and get their diner by the light of the moon they are hunters.
    We fear their every move.
    We tell stories about them, but are they true.
    No, they watch us waiting for us to fall.
    As we hit the ground and the darkness swallows us, they attack.
    Their name is forbidden to say.
    The name is a taboo.
    No, they are coming!
    Do hope and pray for safety against vampires,
    For now I am vampire, and I am after you!