The Last Vampire walked out into the sun,
burning and screaming, still the only one.
He was soaked in blood, unafraid of killing,
people watched as he died, the site was chilling.
The Last Vampire on earth fell down on a stake,
convulsing and yelling, he felt himself break.
White skin and red eyes, as is tradition,
with a heroin smile, that reeked of addiction.
The Last Vampire to live eat garlic for dinner,
his insides twisting he began to grow thinner.
Black cape twirling, and with a mortal scream,
he stumbled and died, was it all just a dream?
