An abandoned house on the hill , Which is rumourd to be haunted,
Approach it fast, my love, Don't notice that which is daunting,
Curtains billowing in the wind, The owl Hooting magick,
The symphony she is playing, Sounds beautiful yet so tragic,
Dusty statues, Wooden floors, Chandeleres and timber doors,
In this mystical mansion, Is her room, on the highest floor
The piano plays the highest note and shatters crystal glass,
With eery hands of shimmering white, A young girl from the past,
Long blonde hair trailing down, Pretty socks up to her knees,
Her legs swinging to the music, From those eery piano keys,
From behind she looks so gracefull, Innocent and young,
But now you see why she is feared, run, my darling, run!,
With darkened eyes and blood stained lips, Skin as pale as ice,
She is but a vampyric child, Filling your soul with fright!,
She can smell the fear which she creates, feeding off your cry,
Let her drink your blood, my love, Under the frosty sky,
Don't run too far now, It's only what she craves,
She is the same as every child, she enjoys playing games,
Let her catch you, she needs a friend, as she is now so lonely,
After killing her family, long ago, When she became un-holy,
But, She can't help the way she is, go on, be her friend,
Come and live among the damned, No need to fear the end!,
For she isnt the only one with blood lust, there are many of us hidden,
We have to hide ourselves you see, As our way of life is forbidden,
Give us your blood, it's what we need, And join us in the dark,
No need to worry about falling in love, If you dont have a heart!,
So join us now, make her happy, give this youg girl her feed,
Live among the vampires, With our own blood lusting creed!!


It's not the best poem in the world, but I tried!