Flesh nuts roaming, and you're open, drier.
Drac's lot nipping at your throat.
Ghoul's night revels. . .beings with blood desire
And folks bled, sucked dry. . .emptied moats.

Sentient bodies groan when spurting out that missing O
Negative so red and bright.
Tiny dots on neck's side go to show
That something tined teeth deep tonight.

You know, the sanguivorous say
That swigging lots of gore is good till light of day.
You'll have another life after you die:
You're free to drain dear Uncle Joe and Aunt Vi.

Bram Stoked guys coffining, diurnal daze.
Their lids lifted when night is due.
Although they've been dead many nights, many days,
Still they'll kiss necks of you.