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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required A gentleman dressed all in black, hides amongst the shadow realm, This inquisitions exorcist fights on the altar of justice And faith, a white knight of the elliptical moon, defending The mortal souls of humanity, on this thin veil Between right and wrong! So speaks the Vampire: Yes we know of him, this defiler of the unsanctified tomb, the slayer of The unrighteous soul, this doctor of doom, blasphemer to the powers Of the supernatural, he enters the pitch dark paradise of my Fathers sacred blackened temples, killing without mercy’s pity, Those to helpless, and to weakened by hungers blood thirst, and left Unable to defend themselves against him, this is the so called Right hand of your Lord God! Van Helsing, he’s know profit or saint, to what church or God Does this mortal owe allegiance, is your Lord of divine love, so Willing to see blood flow, than what makes him so different than Our dark father, nay what gives this single man, the right to destroy, That which took centuries to build, blood ties legions eons to infect, with The poisonous evil of vampiric venom! Weep do not the black angels of death, for their undead children Of the night, oh cry mother vampire, as she pulls the crimson shrouds, Over the mutilated corpses of her fallen young, swearing vengeance by the Setting sun, in the twilight hour thy will be done, in hell or heaven, revenge Shall be yours! THE BATTLE: In the Transylvania hills, a carriage rolls along at a break neck pace, It races against the last rays of moonlight, into the rising sun beyond. Behind the black coach a creature of darkness follows, not realizing death Lies hidden within, it is Van Helsing! Come thus daughter of darkness, meet your demon releaser, Purification's baptized bat exterminator, let me cleanse your evilistic Undead soul, by the power of the silver stake through thy Unbeating heart! But this she-vampire only knows the sorrow of the loss of Her children, it drives the madness of revenge towards The light of self-destruction, and waiting at the other end Is a gentleman dressed in all black, who laughs at her pains Agony! The coach suddenly stops, and Van Helsing steps forth, Enough of this cloak and dagger, I’m ready for you mistress of evil, Come and meet your maker, by my mortal hands, so fast In her flight the bat is entrapped, unable to slow down! One shot it only took one shot, of a stakes silver arrow To plunge through her broken heart, as the sunrise Cascades through the forest trees, she the vampire Screams why, have you done this unto me and mine Kindred, Van Helsing, why? Crawling across the ground as an animal defeated, The bloody impalement oozing, dripping with the Crimson fluid of life eloping forth, raising her Fists of anger towards him, why she yells Once again, why, than crumpling on the dirty Soil of her childhood birth! Van Helsing speaks: Coldly saying its nothing personal child of darkness, As the sun’s rays tare and singes at this poor Creature crumbling before this death stalker, This white knight of the elliptical moon, Named Van Helsing? BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
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