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 . . . . The Phantom Vampire’s ritual on the foggy nights of the “Cold Dark Yellow Unhallowed Moon” is to drink the blood Of as many young innocent people as he can all the while Destroying their lives and tormenting their souls in an Unending Existence of evil and debauchery as minions of The Undead . . . . As a servant of Lucifer himself, the Phantom Vampire’s Principal charge is that of a “Soul Seeker”— and seeking Them he does quite successfully while destroying lives This unending process is interrupted only by the dawn of The next day’s morning as the bright rays of sunlight warm The Earth and purify and sanctify the power and purpose of The Almighty Lord God . . . . As a priest . . . a man of the cloth in this bucolic Irish village Along the sea coast, I hold my head in shame and revulsion At the evil escapades rendered by the Phantom Vampire During his nocturnal visits to feed on the blood and souls Of our innocent people . . . . I always turn and talk to God while earnestly praying for their Blind souls through their gossamer eyelids and seeking the Lord’s divine protection and delivery from this most dark and Wretched evil . . . May the bright sunlight show them the Road to true happiness during the Feast of All Souls and to the Gates of Salvation . . . . With no fear and with most clear purpose in mind and the divine Support of our Almighty Lord God in Heaven . . . I shall be the One fulfilling God’s charge in driving that long wooden stake— Blessed with Holy Water and Angel’s Dust—through that Evil dead putrid heart of the Phantom Vampire! Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem, Copyright © All Rights Reserved (November 6, 2014) (Free Verse poetic form)