Fertility Celebrations Bloodied
It was dusk and eerie, rain dripped from
Leaves that rustled in the trees
Of the nearby woods, each shadow cast
A reminder that danger lurked about!
A shrill scream cut through the darkness,
Bringing with it fear and dread,
A certain warning, that murder was the mood!
A fox sneaked back into its hole,
As a snake slithered in after it and the
Rain turned into a torrential downfall
Lightening was the only form of light
In this frightening scenario, the thunder
Boomed forth, as the storm came nearer
And nearer, until another scream was heard!
The storm abated and stopped and the
Moon lit up the sky as did the many stars!
It was the 20th March, and the Pagans were
Celebrating the Spring Equinox, so they
Danced around a fire, reason, ritual fertility rites
The vampires were also aware of this festival,
Hiding, Drooling, and fiercely hungry !
Their sharp dirty teeth glinting in the midnight
Moonlight, their filthy rags already soaked
In blood as they had snacked on latecomers.
The pagans unaware of their pending plight
Screeched and screamed, as the vampires
Fell upon them chaos ruled, as they drained
Their blood, leaving them dead, and shriveled.
Overfed, they forgot that dawn was nigh,
The sun now showing, the vampires scampered
Away, like cockroaches hiding their ugly bloody faces
From the sudden sunlight engulfing them, but their greedy
Feast resulted in karma for these haunting, daunting
Monsters, then came the werewolves and finished off the
Skeletal Leftovers! Don’t visit the woods on the 1st May!
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