A Cold Dark Yellow Hallow Moon

A Cold Dark Yellow Unhallowed Moon A cold dark yellow unhallowed moon smiles beguilingly In the pitch black starless and cold empty night sky Suckling upon the blood and the very life force of Pure innocence, light, and goodness . . . . Fear stirs eerily in the forlorn sound of a fog horn that’s Blowing and crying a sad echo haunting far in the distance It warns of the imminent arrival of a malevolent Hellspawn Force of absolute unmitigated evil . . . The Phantom Vampire. As the Phantom Vampire materializes from nowhere in the Darkest shade of night blanketed in the thickest of fog and The coldest of night air . . . One can sense with utter fear And foreboding shivering sounds touching from the shadows Creeping softly cold fingers down the spine with walking Fingers crawling inside a prism of frozen ice and in a mist Of souls crying in the presence of demons while yearning lust Of one blanket covering the sky’s face painted showing Hell’s own hideous face—an exquisite evil and a spirit Drunken and moaning in an eternal fiery abyss of Suffering and howling sounding their own lust for pain Great darkness grips them who walk this troubled Earth Without joy casting happiness to the lepers always and Forever chained to the darkness and eating out hope In the very end . . . . From this spider’s web and nest of dark perpetual evil The Phantom Vampire transforms himself from ethereal Form to his human form quite frightening indeed for Any human being gazing at his grim countenance and His most fiery red eyes glaring intently whenever he Encounters an unsuspecting soul . . . and the sight of His razor-sharp canine teeth bring on convulsive fear In the hearts and minds of his intended victims . . . . continued Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem, Copyright © All Rights Reserved (November 6, 2014)