When the moon rises, so do you.
Cloaked monster, undead spirit,
What is it that makes your heart pound?
You lie among the red silk or black velvet
Within coffins, buried in the dark woods.
When the sun shines and gold showers onto the skin of the earth
you fall as rust, gone forever.
So if you are the 'monster'
and the sun your foe,
Tell me, vampire,
Who should I fear?