We are immortal

We cause fright

We savor the hours

Of the night

We see things

No one else sees

We can control

The birds and the bees

We can read you

Don't be scared

We know exactly

For whom you've cared

We can do a seance

And raise the dead

We control the thoughts

Inside your puny head

Preps are our enemies

Vampires are our friends

We can cause an event

To quickly come to an end

We love the taste of blood

It's salty not sweet

You should try it sometime

It makes a good treat