Such a Nice Guy

Such a Nice Guy
Form: Salamander’s Fireburst

On that cold night with no moon in the sky
As we walked home and it got darker still
For the clouds wrapped the stars in their roaming
As we turned to walk up Old Stoker’s Hill
On that night when Vlad seemed such a nice guy
Because the streets were all dark and gloaming
We didn’t see the black cloak all swirling
Nor the black dogs with their mouths all foaming
On that dark night when we didn’t ask why
On the way from the pub lust unfurling
The nice old bloke who stopped us for a chat
And whose charms had our senses a-twirling
That night did we know it was time to die
Vlad needed blood for living and all that