Within These Abandoned Stone Abbey Walls
Within these abandoned stone abbey walls
An old coffin can be seen on the site—
And strange sounds from the creatures of the night
Are heard echoing through the empty halls.
The vampire keeps sleeping until night falls—
Waiting for another victim to bite.
Once there is no longer any sunlight,
He awakes, and from his coffin he crawls.
Roaming the streets when the full moon rises,
He feeds on the blood of the innocent—
Then takes flight as a bat, flapping his wings.
Known as the Count that London despises,
From all his sins, he can never repent—
Closing his coffin as a church bell rings.
© 2020
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