Beneath the silvered glow of midnight’s embrace,
Where shadows dance in timeless grace,
The vampire’s whisper calls to thee,
In realms where mortals dare not see.

Through ancient woods where secrets lie,
He wanders ‘neath the starlit sky,
With eyes that gleam like distant stars,
A soul untouched by daylight’s scars.

The echo of his silent tread,
Awakens dreams long thought dead,
A heart that beats in endless night,
Yearns for the warmth of morning light.

Yet in the darkness, he finds solace,
In whispered winds and moonlit solace,
Forever bound to night’s sweet thrall,
A vampire’s fate, to rise and fall.