In shadows draped, where moonlight weaves,
A tale unfolds of one who deceives.
A vampire, she, with eyes like night,
Her silent steps, a dance in twilight.
A creature born of ancient lore,
Her heart concealed, forevermore.
With crimson lips and flowing hair,
A bewitching presence, beyond compare.
Through centuries, her story weaves,
A tapestry of love that forever grieves.
She walks the earth in silent grace,
A specter of the night, a haunting embrace.
Beneath the moon, her realm unfolds,
A world of secrets, of tales untold.
In velvet darkness, she finds her prey,
A dance of fangs in the cold, dimming ray.
Yet, in her eyes, a glimmer of sorrow,
A yearning for a sunlit tomorrow.
Her immortal soul, forever caught,
Between the shadows and the love, she sought.
Her heart, a relic of the past,
In love's grasp, it's held steadfast.
A timeless beauty, a creature of night,
Yearning for love's redeeming light.
She whispers secrets to the moon,
Her existence a melancholy tune.
In the embrace of eternal night,
A vampire's heart yearns for the light.
She walks alone, a ghostly waltz,
Through centuries, her spirit exalts.
In darkness, she finds her solace,
A vampire's heart, forever flawless.
