In the velvet cloak of midnight’s reign,
Where shadows dance and whispers wane,
A figure drifts through moonlit eaves,
Among the rustling, sighing leaves.

Eyes like embers, burning bright,
Seek the pulse of life in flight,
With every heartbeat, every breath,
A symphony of life and death.

A gentle touch, a fleeting kiss,
Wrapped in a timeless, aching bliss,
The vampire glides through endless night,
In search of love beneath starlight.

Yet in the stillness, hear the plea,
A soul longing to be set free,
For in the dark, beneath the moon,
Lies a heart that beats in tune.