Darkness falls across the land,
Rousing them from their slumber
As the moon, its appearance makes,
Climbing its way into the sky,
Underneath whose reflected glow,
Lost in their dreams, mortals sleep,
All the while vampires upon them descend,
Seeking to satisfy their hunger,
Knowing that before dawn fully breaks,
Into seclusion they must go.
Night, though, belongs to Dracula's kin.