• Black as the cold night
    The moon hiddin nowhere in sight
    Broken glass shattered on the floor
    The reflection of the person no more

    Deep dark tunnels howl with sounds
    And graveyards heavy mounds
    Reveal something that is living no more
    Something nasty in its hand it bore

    It has a person shrivled and dead
    Looks like this vampire just over fed
    You wake up and give a little scream
    And realizethat it was only a dream