I speak in hushed tones about a shadow of a man.
He creeps and stocks my dreams,
in shadow and is like steam.
He is a vampire to me.
Bats, and screams, ghoulish He seams
fangs, and bangs at my window pain;
leaving his mark, no I felt no pain. 

He leaves with glowing eye’s
a ghoulish smirk and ghostly spark.

You'll find me under his might,
as his clock whips by my windows screen.  
I wake to find He was not a dream,
he stood over me with a gleam in his eye.