Gothic Vampire
The old man walks
In the moonlit night
On the boardwalk
He feels so fine
His eyes of fire
Changing colors with the light
The people who see him
They quickly avoid his gaze
He nods his head
As he walks with his grace
The old man looks around
It's time to feed
The midnight hour
The hand which writes his name
Ringing it through the night
A woman will be his prey
The old man laughs
As he walks into the dark
There he will wait
The moment of his prey
The rabbit teeth in the light
Shining white with greed of night
For the warm blood flowing
In the moonlit cry
The old man stands still
In the dark shadow of the night
For the moment of his prey
The scream in the hot light
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