Poor little Vampire rising from the grave,
Really quite scared but acting strong and brave.
Poor little Vampire climbing up a wall,
Old and withered, only three foot tall.
Poor little Vampire hiding behind a tree,
You look so sad, why don’t you talk to me?
Poor little Vampire feeling misunderstood,
Would you feel better if you had a drop of blood?
Poor little Vampire looks straight into my eyes,
Now I start to think that my question wasn’t wise.
Poor little Vampire wills me to obey,
Now I’m getting worried and start to feel like prey.
Poor little Vampire your eyes are glowing red,
Please don’t drink too much, I don’t want to wake up dead.
Poor Little Vampire back to your crypt you creep,
The sun is nearly up and it’s time to go to sleep.
Meet Nosvar Vampling the oldest of all Vampires, the first of his kind. He has become weary from the loneliness and spends his nights listening through the darkness for the cry of his long lost love, hoping they will meet again.