With skin of white like fallen snow,
With eyes of black like blackest crow,
Its lips are red, its teeth like knives,
It's ages old, through stolen lives,
In day it sleeps and wakes at night,
All mortals fear its fearful bite,
In midnight's depths, its dark wings rise,
And all do well to watch the skies,
When daylight to the night succumbs,
Lock your doors, the Vampire comes.
