Vampires.

Blood drips

From Hollowed fangs

A Chorus sings

Of days long gone

When the world

Was plagued by Us

The Immortals

Of a time now forgotten

Yes, my child

When We ruled

When We laughed at the heavens above

A time when We could hunt freely!

A time when rivers themselves streamed Blood!

Yes, the age

Of when Vampires ruled

And all quivered

Under Our shadows

Under the night

In which We took flight

Feasting, hunting

On whomever We chose

Ah, the age

The lost age of vampires…

It will soon come again