In the hushed embrace of twilight’s veil,
Where shadows dance in eerie grace,
The whispers of the night prevail,
A vampire’s world, a timeless space.

Beneath the moon’s ethereal glow,
Silent footsteps tread on ancient stone,
Through mist and fog, their secrets flow,
In realms where mortals dare not roam.

A crimson thirst that never fades,
In blood’s warm pulse, they find their song,
Bound by the curse that life invades,
In darkness deep, where they belong.

Yet in their eyes, a longing gleams,
For days of yore, for sunlit beams,
Forever trapped in endless dreams,
In shadows’ arms, where silence screams.