Final Word
The Vampire snapped,
glaring at the human,
minds drained, wills tapped,
as the human stared back,
ready to battle,
waiting for the attack,
the vampire was obsessed,
as the brave mortal, pressed,
each with a sideways glance,
they were ready to fight,
they were ready to advance,
the Vampire had not spoken,
and the human’s will had not broken,
the Vampire grunted, and glared,
the human with a hint of impatience, just stared,
the Vampire moved in to take command,
the human defiantly made his last stand,
the Vampire shouted, “ surrender!”
And throughout the valley it was heard,
and that was his final word.
Copyright © Frank F. Atanacio | Year Posted 2009
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