The vampire masquerade ball.
Held every year as midnight falls.
Come one and all with appetite.
Calling all creatures that roam the night.
Indulge In blood tainted wine.
Dancing to the tunes of centuries on rewind.
Humans to partake in.
Raking fangs upon mortals tender skin.
Sinking deeply in, drinking their fill.
Weeping Wives turned to creatures of the night.
Temptation seething after one bite.No human left breathing.
Raise your glasses in a toast and look around.
Bodies litter the ground.
The euphoria of the bloody gore.
Explore the pleasures of everlasting life.
Pleasured screams that fill the night.
Humans looking on in fright.
The hight of the ball when all is revealed.
Those that were turned fate is sealed.
Gyrating bodies move to the music and motions.
Wine and blood an alluring potion.
Humans cowering in fear terrified by the notion.
Hear the taunting cheers.
And alarmed cries.
Goblets of blood raised high and gulped down.
Festivities continue on through the night.
Until dawn slowly seeps in.
Into the shadows, they retreat.
Sated from their feral needs.
Sleeping until tomorrow when they once again wake to feed.
The vampire masquerade ball.
The night all humanity that enters will fall.
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