In the shadows, where the moonlight fades,
Lies a story of eternal shades.
Whispers echo through the night,
Of fangs that gleam in the pale moonlight.

Eyes that glisten with a crimson hue,
Seeking souls both old and new.
Hearts that beat a silent song,
In the darkness where they belong.

Ancient tales of love and loss,
Written in blood, at a great cost.
The dance of shadows, silent and still,
A haunting presence, a chilling thrill.

Through centuries, they roam unseen,
In every corner, every scene.
The night is theirs, a realm so vast,
Vampires’ whispers, a timeless cast.