In the midnight’s silent embrace,
Where moonlight weaves its silver lace,
The vampires rise from crypts below,
With eyes aglow, they softly flow.

Through forests dense and cities’ gleam,
They move like whispers in a dream,
Seeking lifeblood, warm and sweet,
Their hunger calls in every beat.

Darkened hearts and endless time,
Immortal souls in a world of crime,
They dance in shadows, unseen, unheard,
Their legacy written in blood-stained word.

Yet in their eyes, a story told,
Of love and loss, both fierce and bold,
For even vampires, cold and stark,
Have hearts that yearn within the dark.