Vincent

There was a tall black castle with long pointed spires

Up there lurks a thin man his name is Vincent the vampire

He was starving so he would pray for food

If he didn’t get what he wanted he would get

In one monstrous mood

For days he’d waste away in his dark depressing room

The walls were black and ceiling green and shadows lingered in the gloom

He would lie on the floor sprawled on the cold tiles

Seeking and eating snakes and reptiles

Pondering in his pit

Drained of all vampire spirit

Until one day it rained gallons of blood

In a fit of lust he tumbled down the stairs with a crash and a thud

All the vampires gathered up to drown in the red rush

Until their eyes were red and faces blushed

Vincent never ever went hungry again

But he would check every time it would rain