This Night He Will Drink the World

A crypt deep within an eroded cave, the roots of trees above entangling it Cradling the coffin and the undead corpse within, but the moon calls once a century The coffin lid opens and the bat faced fiends fangs extend Now taking flight, a helpless victims life he will end Seeing the burning pulse below, a heart soon to be as cold as stone Swooping down and embracing her Fangs penetrate the anterior jugular vein The sweet wine of mortality fills his maw As she slumps down, his fangs retract Tongue still lashing his lips for every last drop He cannot stop there This night he will drink the world!