Amidst the deserted murkiness of the night,

Walked the vampire who chilled the hearts of many with fright.

A long black cloak was draped over his shoulders,

And his strength was powerful enough to demolish boulders.

He bore a sword stronger than any human can wield,

His hands were swift and he did not need a shield.

He slaughtered many and did not rue that,

And he killed a very strong dragon with a mere hat.

As he walked,

He came across a man and they talked.

The man could not see under the veil of dark,

And soon the blood and shredded body indicated the man's mark.

The vampire continued to walk through the city,

He continued to spill blood without pity.

As the sun peaked over the mountain tops,

The people came out and cleaned the blood with mops.

The vampire despised the sun,

So his dark power veiled the sky and his job was done.