Vampire on the Prowl

Now I’m out on the prowl, lurking around in the dark. I meet a pair of women who happen to be holding hands under the friendly silent moon. They both come with me willingly and share their lifeblood. This hunger that I have is more than you mortals ever could know. When I finish drinking these lovers dry, I turn around and go right back out on the street and find more sweethearts to sink my fangs into. I wear a cape and a suit. My favorite place for sucking is your nape. I sleep all day in my sarcophagus; then I glide through the night on black wings and soar past the green holly, humming to myself while partaking of berries. “Hey nonny no,” I sing while lassoing you; then I bite your brain.