The darkness crept in, like a chill in the air,
As Count Dracula, rose from his lair.
His eyes gleamed bright, with an otherworldly light,
As he searched for his next victim, in the dead of night.

He stalked through the streets, with a grace so refined,
His cape flowing behind, like a dark, velvet shrine.
His heart beat with a hunger, that could never be sated,
For the blood of the living, was his eternal fate.

He came upon a maiden, with a beauty so rare,
And his heart was ensnared, by her lovely, golden hair.
He gazed into her eyes, with a hypnotic stare,
And she fell under his spell, without a single care.

But as he sank his fangs, into her tender skin,
A crucifix shone bright, and his powers gave in.
For the maiden was pure, and her faith was strong,
And the vampire's curse, was broken, all day long.

Dracula let out a scream, as he stumbled and fell,
And the maiden escaped, from his eternal hell.
And though he rose again, from the darkness below,
His heart was forever changed, by the love that she showed.