The vampire drags its life in a pine
box, skeletons and shadows lay
within its empty gave.

Chasing ghosts that never die,
memories from long dead relatives
follow in their footsteps.

Shadows lurk in the dark,
in between the wooded places
and the disturbed earth was once
it's resting place.

The vampires violin waits for its embrace, as it's cold stone fingers take up the bow and begins to play.

It haunts this place with music deep
and breath stealing life, dealing
shame with fangs dripping with
the blood of the living.

The vampire plays on for eternity,
but until the dawn breaks it sleeps
and it will be returning, for from
within the depths of darkness
where it sleeps it will rise with
the setting sun.

Once again you will hear the
haunting song, for this night
it rises up, on blood it feeds
and on the music cords it shines
like a star, underneath the night sky
the vampires misery shows.

©️ 2025 By Amanda Shelton