Six trees all in a row,
And as the wind begins to blow,
They start to sway
And the leaves fall away.
They come crashing to the ground.
The pirates’ treasure was never found.
At the bottom of the ocean
Amidst broken shells, no motion.
Gold, silver and family heirlooms,
Hidden treasure enclosed in a wooden tomb.
But in the black of night,
The beast rises out of sight.
A vampire awakes from his grave
To turn precious mortals into slaves.
With just one bite he takes her life.
Drinks her blood, and now he is love.
Oh when will it all end?
Has it even begun?
A siren is calling.
Can’t you hear her song?