Nosferatu's Lament...

Sitting in the tower
For a century or more,
Watching dust and cobwebs gather
Upon the walls and floor
As the sun and moon flit swiftly
Past the window high above,
Where the skulking, black-winged
Vampyr-Bat hath seized
The snow-white dove...
I used to slip into the town
When the midnight bell did toll,
To walk among the living folk
And watch each simple soul
Go about their quiet lives;
I did not wish to kill--
But the horrid Thirst compelled me,
And each night a heart I'd still...
But even Vampires get old and tired,
I stir not from my tomb
And feed on dreams and memories,
As I ponder my doom.