The Pale Ones.

The Silver moon will climb

The Pale Ones will rise

Lost in the moonlight

In the ever darkening night.

Their stone, icy souls

Biting lots of holes

To get to your bloodstream

In your ever frightening dreams.

Their hearts are like stone

It stays in one zone.

Neither dead or alive

They’re like bees in a hive.

So guard your neck tight

Do not let them bite

Or you’ll be like them

Needing to be fed

A crimson feast

Like a human beast.