Storm clouds of snow have moved
off in the night
And in the coldness of space stars
twinkle so bright
While far below there remains such
a sight
Lonely graveyards and stones
buried in white
Suddenly a dark stirring in the
blanket of snow
Something’s crawled up from the
tomb far below
On soft fluttering wings the thing
takes to the air
To find some poor mortal that’s
alone and unaware
But this night is different so
bitter and cold
It finds no mortal stirring not
one lonely soul
Approaching a cabin and guised as
a man
It pounds on the door with the
palm of it’s hand
A glance to the east for the dawn
that it fears
Soon forgotten as inside soft
footsteps it hears
Without word or light from the
presence inside
The heavy wooden door is swung
open wide
Swiftly it’s inside saliva
dripping from each fang
While the door behind it is closed
with a bang
Now three naked women their eyes
glowing red
Feed upon the vampire that came to
be fed.
