The moon was shining full and bright
upon All Hallow's Eve.
A creature cried out in the night
as if to warn all--leave.
The scent of death hung in the air;
mist was all around.
The carriage ghostly black as night
seemed ne'er to touch the ground.
The team of horses four and black,
as their hooves did pound,
strangely did not leave a track
upon the cursed ground.
The driver in dark armor clad
drove the horses on,
racing to arrive before
the dreaded crack of dawn.
The passenger in terror froze,
his hand upon the door.
He wished that he had never even
seen this foreign shore.
Immortal fear gripped at his heart.
From velvet night came forth
the dreaded Lord awaiting his
arrival from the north.
As the castle came in view
emerged a ghastly sight.
A pack of wolves appeared all 'round
as if born of the night.
The gatesman drew back bars of steel
to let the carriage through;
then as it rumbled to a halt
the traveler sensed his doom.
Black angel of the night watched o'er
to draw his victim in,
to satisfy his burning need
for fresh blood once again.
The blood it coursed all through his veins;
the victim he drew near.
The hellish creature stretched its arms
and felt the young man's fear.
Unaware the man stood by
and sealed his fate. For he
had not yet realized the danger
clear for one to see.
The dark one flew down from the roof
and landed at his feet.
The young vampyre he needed blood;
here he found fresh meat.
His prey fell back astounded as
the creature leapt upon.
He knew that he must hurry though
for it was nearly dawn.
He sank his teeth into the flesh;
the blood began to flow.
He felt himself rejuvenate,
his strength begin to grow.
With day's first light he shrieked aloud
and fled into his lair.
He drug the body with him though
and feasted on him there.
Kris Hodapp