The Vampire Poem by Troy Clark And Neal Simons

You walk at night
Under the light of the moon,
Your skin so pale, yet so radiant,
And your hair black as the ravens
That fly overhead.
You stalk your human prey
With a thirst unlike any other
A thirst for his blood,
So sweet against your lips
As it courses down your throat,
Prolonging your dark eternal life.
With seductive beauty and grace
You lure men into the darkness,
Beckoning to them
With a voice so soothing to their ears,
Compelling their urges
Of lust and fornication.
And as you allow the man's lips to touch your flesh,
As you indulge yourself in his sexual pleasures,
You extend your fangs
And let out a demonic hiss
Before plunging them deep into his throat,
Drinking his blood
Like a wild animal,
Leaving only a pale dry corpse.
You walk away from the corpse
Smiling so sinisterly,
For the dead you leave will rise again
As monsters like yourself.
For you are the temptress of evil
You are the angel of death
You are the vampire.