thank you. this next poem has to do with a vampire

Red Knight
The blood on his fangs
terrified me so
his hair was as black and sleek
as the feathers of a crow
his face was pale, his fangs white
he was always blood thirsty
this horrifying red knight

his fangs got closer to my neck
I was entranced in his spell
there was nothing I could do
to prepare myself for living h***

Then I heard my love, brave and true
rushing into the clearing
where my captor was too
He fought for my love
the other for my blood
they fought on and on
til the red kinght hit the ground
with a soft and final thud

my guy pulled me up to my feet
I felt a tear to my eye
I was so happy that he lived
I started to cry

(I hope this poem wasn't corny lol)