Lullaby for Vampires to be sung to the tune of Brahms

Lullaby, little vampire

The sun it is shining

Go to sleep, don't you weep

Night will soon be nigh

Then you'll crawl from your crypt

And wind through the window

Free your fangs on sweet prey

And feed from their flesh

Lullaby, and good-morning

Deathless vampires don't stray

From the cool clods of earth

In the light of the day

Let sleep, little wanton,

And dreams of destruction

Fill your head, little leech

'til the sun goes away

Lullaby and sleep tight

Knowing demons surround you

Around and about you

Above and below

Soon the sun it will fade

To a night dark and cloudy

And to humans we'll hum

This last lullaby

Lullaby and good night

Lullaby, my delight

Go to sleep, don't you weep

As through the night we creep

We've crawled from our coffins

And wound through your window

Freed our fangs, you're our prey

Now we'll feed from your flesh

A..J. Ponder 

Truth is there's no artistic merit to this one at all -  it's only here to match the zombie lullaby, for as everyone knows where there are vampires, zombies soon follow - and vice versa.   It was done with the urge to provide tasteless lullabies to go with a version of Brahms Lullaby I found, and to practise using a set cadence.  After all - who isn't thoroughly sick of vampires yet? 

Of course if you're not sick of vampires - why not check out Rudyard Kiplings Vampire poem - here - who would have thought?

Lullaby little Zombie (Lullaby for Zombies 2 - to Brahms)

Lullaby, little Zombie

Don't cry out for brains

Never sigh, when they die

For all humans are the same

They will weep as they say

It was all for the money

They will sigh as they say

It was your fault anyway

Lullaby, little zombies

Don't you go and wake now

Or stop those who will take you

And bury you alive

Now there's something, little zombie

That you ought to know now

There's one thing, little Zombie,

If you wish to grow

You should run, little Zombie,

Run from the reaper

You should fear, little zombie,

Fear, fear itself.

Wont' you cry, little zombie,

And suffer forever

Touch the fire, little zombie

Let your skin burn and peel

Lullaby, little Zombie

Believe all the lies

Wrapped up tight in the night

And sung lullabies

Soft and warm in your bed

Don't cry out for brains

Never sigh, now you're dead

All humans are the same

A..J. Ponder 

This is remarkably tasteless lullaby can be sung to Brahms - it was written on the 1st of August last year, and the points it makes are just as relevant as ever - and even more tasteless.  An apparently simple zombie lullaby - kept on twisting itself a new purpose - highlighting the extent to which organisations are prepared to risk other people's well-being for their own gain, including their peace of mind.