Dracula

He stands alone in a quiet village,
a village that knows no fear,
but where there was love and life before,
hate will enter here

he comes at night to steal your soul
to take your breath away
and when you wake up to feel so cold,
you scream in your bed where you lay

as you watch the eyes that crawl around,
the eyes you can barely see
the eyes that burn with hate and lust
you know for certain that those eyes,
that they will take what is free

as he crawls from the ceiling into the shadows,
his cloak takes a wild flare
and you see that his hands are not what they seem
that they are the things that scare

he rushes at you with inhuman speed
and you let loose a sudden scream
but he clamps down on your mouth with his hands of death
and you believe it is all a dream

but it becomes all the more real when he drinks your blood,
the nourishment that keeps him alive
and as the life flows from you to him,
it's clear to you what he'll contrive

he'll kill your family,
he'll murder your children
he'll take your next of kin
to his castle in lands far, far off
and take him there within

and he'll become like the monster himself,
in that castle built on screams
a man, no a monster,
that lives in the darkness
and drinks his fill of dreams