Lunar Reflection in Blood (Vampyres of the Old)

The carrion circle the rotten corpse Seasons ago before the summer stench Under the winter stars A lone creature stalks the night Its reflection dancing against the streams it passes Looking for its next victim A lunar reflection in its eyes These cold nights draw out the aristocrats of old Surviving centuries off mortal essence The writing race of lesser beings walk the day At dusk the fear strikes and they cower For when the sun dies he awakens In the colder months when the nights are longer This world belongs to him again