Children Of The Night Poem by Patrick Shields

We Awake From Our Hallow Graves
Hungering For Tasty Flesh
A Race No One Wants To Save
Someone Young and Fresh

Our Teeth Extending From Our Aching Jaws
Expecting The Blood To Run Down Smooth Like Milk
Our White Teeth As Sharp As Saws
The Blood Ruining Your Dress Of Fine Silk

We Are Vampires Children Of The Night
Cloaked In Black, Hair Covering Our Eyes
Only One Enemy We Fear The Dangerous Light
The Damn Sun Mocking Us Everyday In The Sky

We Show No Mercy Shed No Tears
Leaving No Survivors No Vein Left Undrained
If You See Us Than You Have Much To Fear
Sucking The Blood Dry From Your Veins

Than The Sun Will Mock Us and Come Up Again
We'll Return To Our Coffins Beneath The Ground
We Never Leave Behind A Lover Or A Friend
We'll Return Tomorrow Without Making A Sound

Dreaming Of The Fun To Come Tomorrow
Stealing The Blood From Them Again
Creating More Tears and Sorrow
You Won't Be Safe Nor Wil Anyone