By: Wayne Brown
Mirrors in every room; garlic vines adorn the door
Come not around this house; Vampires no more
You blood-sucking ogre who has escaped mortality
Feeding on humans to sustain your wretched reality
Surely one would not dare to come to my small flat
All dressed in fine long tails, silk lapels, and a top hat
Disguised as a gentleman to hide that inner beast
To lust at my neck and dream of a bloody body feast
The undead roam the world of the dimly moonlit night
Seeking the opportunity when the timing is just right
Concealing their true identity, acting as if totally normal
Until the moment is right and things grow much less formal
Oh wretched undead spirit feeding on the precious red essence
Take off that gentleman disguise and show us your ugly presence
Let the knowledge of your presence come forth and impart
So that we might drive an oak stake through your undead heart
Oh might I sleep better tonight, knowing the undead are not about
Oh might I not dream of their presence and in my light sleep cry out
The hot breath so close to my neck, the fangs now exposed to sight
Will I join this band of undead and become a vampire tonight?
The fangs sink deep into my flesh; precious blood sucked out
Too paralyzed to fight the beast; slowly my life drains right out
Left to lie upon my blooded bed, seemingly dead upon my sheets
My peers will carry to my waiting grave; now the afterlife to meet
Weeks, months and years pass slowly until the timing is just right
Then my coffin door opens; I join the undead to roam the night
My dress is impeccable; my manners the best; my disguise in place
None will fear me in the public places; I can share their holy space
Lure my chosen victim to a dark lair where my desires I will relate
Then expose myself and my sharp fangs; cast them to their fate
Bloated with blood and satisfied, I’ll return to my coffin by days
To rejoin the night once again and imbibe in my vampire ways
What is that noise? Oh! The wretched brightness of pure daylight
My coffin door is ripped from its hinges exposing me in plain sight
Men wrestle me out of my dark confines into the light ever so stark
Then hold me down to pierce a hemlock stake through my heart
Peace at last.
©Copyright WBrown2011. All Rights Reserved.
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