The Last Vampire

He came up to the window, in the mist 
As I'd seen him often before 
But it was solid then, not a ghost 
And his eyes were fierce
Like a man's when angry 
He was laughing 
When he turned to look back of the built of trees
Glinting in the moonlight
To where the dogs were barking 
And then, he began promising me things
Not in words, but by doing them
Have you seen an awful din of hellish infamy
Where the very moonlight alive 
Where Chris Lee ships
And every speck of dust that whirls in the wind 
A devouring monster in embryo
Listen to them
The children of the night 
What music they make