The Night of Terror
Dark cloaked against the night
The shadow slipped through the trees
The moon was full of reflected light
A wind blew a gentle breeze
The village was just ahead
Wood and timber houses
Soon they would all be dead
The men and even the spouses
Three hundred years he has lived
Drinking blood in the darkest night
On this new land he has thrived
The natives can not face his might.
The village came into view
Surrounded by the tribes braves
Word had traveled to these few
Who were armed with arrows and staves.
A blur of shadow was all they saw
As he crossed the ground from the tree
A quick snatch of a young squaw
Whose soul would soon be free.
Arrows and spears filled the air
He dodged them all with a sneer
Fangs extended her throat did tear
Sampled her blood, a sweet new fare
Dropping her body while on the run
He darted deeper into the woods
A grin split his cheek with a fevered burn
This tribe was full of tasty goods,
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