Slithering, hopping creatures
From some nightmare place,
Stealing sleeping victims
While leaving little trace.

Blood-supping monsters
From neither future nor past,
Come to life in our time
To do their evil task.

Life essences drained
Leaving a lifeless husk,
Which collapses at first light
Leaving mounds of dust.

Barely a clue remains
Of what these fiends have done,
As they slink into shadows
As the daylight comes.

Then as the night has fallen
Horrid screeching emanates,
Like a Banshee signalling
Some lost soul’s awful fate.

From an unlit house
Slithering in the dark,
Then from a bedroom-sit
Soon shrill screaming starts.

Till no-one here is living
So the creature slinks away,
To find another victim
In some other forlorn place.