When you lay your head,
Best pray the moon is vigilant,
As the sun can’t help you now,
And the night is treacherous,
There are things in the dark,
Colourless eyes in the dark,
Watching from the stairwell,
A pale form shrouded in sable,
The sound of bats and deceased choirs,
Immortal thirst in the dark,
A craving from ancient Romania,
Fangs in the dark,
Held in a maw of aristocracy,
A dead lord of the night,
Fear personified,
Your night made lethal,
A single name,
Nosferatu.
WorldofHarley 
The deep darkness versus the light. The constant cycle. Love the line…”pray the moon is vigilant.”
Haha, oh yes! Thank you very kindly my friend. 😁
The Oldschool Harlequin
Always a pleasure my friend 😊