Blood Red Moon Poem by Sans Serif

When the Blood Red Moon rises,
We roam the land
Hunting the grounds.
We hold fear in our hands.
You laugh at the stories
But you will soon see
That you are really scared
And the ones laughing are we.
Now step into the spotlight
Take a good look.
We are not what
You read in fairytale books.
We are much worse
Much dangerous,
And much more cunning.
Yet still we are philantropists.
We give to you eternal life
And yet we are degraded.
You hate us for making it so
Your death is extensivly belated?
Humans are such fools
They burn only with their own fires.
We offer to you an unrepayable deed,
Free, courtesy of the Vampires.