The Vampire
When darkness fell, he came awake
And readied for the night ahead
Clambering out of his pine box
This coffin forever his bed
Shade from sunlight and prying eyes
His secret was well hidden too
“hind the wall in the manor house
He was the only one who knew
For centuries, he prowled this earth
A living man who became cursed
To prey upon humanity
Thus quenching his eternal thirst
He craved warm blood from pulsing veins
He feared the peasants would soon know
Hearing cries echo in the night
His victims’ lifeblood ebbing low
Hating himself for those he killed
No recourse but to carry on
Survival was his first concern
He would pass another eon
Before he took another step
The yells of town folk reached his ears
The door broke in, the torches blazed
It was the sum of all his fears
By dawn the house had burned away
The town folk could breathe calm once more
For they had burned the hellish ghoul
The evil creature of past lore
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