Vlad the Motorcycle Vampire

In a deserted graveyard bereft of flowers Above the tombstones, Vlad towers. A menacing shadow in the moonlight This Satanic creature of the night. From his coffin he has awoke To prey on unsuspecting folk. To survive he knows he must Quench the thirst of his bloodlust. He can transform into a bat, But he doesn’t really fancy that. He finds flying much over-rated. So his mode of transport is updated. A motorbike is found to please And makes his hunting more at ease. So on his bike he sits astride And into darkness he does ride. Don’t go out- no! Don’t you dare! Maidens and virgins- Beware! Beware! To avoid your own blood loss, A stray black cat may your path cross But it won’t bring you any luck Or save you from his draining suck. It’s too much of a risk for you to take, Unless you carry a very sharp stake! On this dark night if you meet this stranger You’ll know you’re in a lot of danger. Once trapped in the glare of his bike lights You’ll fall victim to some nasty bites. Cos only when he’s made you bleed Is satisfaction guaranteed. He is out tonight in rain and mud- There’s no substitute for flesh and blood!