Vampires

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.