In the stillness of the night,
When the moon casts a pale light,
I see a figure dark and tall,
A vampire in my dreams, enthrall.
In Victorian times, so proper and neat,
The thought of such a creature, a fear to meet,
Yet, in my dreams, he comes to me,
A mystery I long to see.
His eyes so piercing, his skin so pale,
I cannot resist, I am under his spell,
What secrets does he hold within,
This creature of the night, so dark and thin.
I fear the passion that he stirs,
Yet in my heart, I long for his spurs,
His dark embrace, his hypnotic gaze,
My mind and soul, forever sways.
Oh, vampire of my dreams, I cannot flee,
In my heart, you will always be,
A haunting memory, a tempting lure,
I long to be with you, forevermore.
