In shadows deep where twilight fades,
Where moonlight dances through the glades,
There dwell the creatures of the night,
The ancient ones who shun the light.
With eyes like embers burning bright,
They pierce the veil of endless night,
Their whispers soft, like silken thread,
Weave tales of longing, love, and dread.
Eternal beings, cold yet fair,
With skin as pale as moonlit air,
Their crimson thirst, a cursed need,
Upon the living souls they feed.
Yet, in their dark, immortal grace,
A sadness lingers on each face,
For though they live, they do not breathe,
Condemned to wander, never leave.
No dawn shall break their endless spell,
No heartbeat sounds within their shell,
But in the shadows, they remain,
Eternal in their night-bound reign.
O vampires, guardians of the dusk,
With hearts as cold as ancient husk,
Your secrets lie in every tomb,
In every midnight rose that blooms.
So here I sing your endless lore,
Of blood and love, forevermore,
In darkness, where you reign supreme,
Lords of the night, an undying dream.