Shadows

Cries echo

filling their darkest night.

Crimson red flows

under moon bright.

Shadows sneak to their victims they creep.

None spared

for in spilled blood they now weep.

Playing sick games

only blood it's thirst tames.

Tearing sweet flesh

still running but in vain.

Pieces of wood

forced into dark hearts.

Though once immortal

now turning to dust.

Vampire slayers stand out in the crowd,

Stakes stained red

held proud in strong hands.

As shadows lay dieing, the lives they took

no longer crying.

Instead soon will conspire

for their thirst burns like fire.