The Vampire Came Calling
I was working alone late one night,
When something occurred that gave me a fright.
Outside my window the moon shone bright,
And I saw something strange in the pale moonlight.
Out on the lawn in the shadows was lurking,
A figure, a shadow, furtively searching,
For a way to get in under cover of darkness,
And I stifled a scream, sought panic to harness.
The figure was tall, slender and lithe,
And as it moved it seemed to drift,
Seeming to float as it moved place to place,
And a cold, clammy sweat ran down my face.
I rushed to make certain the windows and doors,
Were all locked and barred as I ran 'cross the floor.
I turned on the lights both inside and out,
And as I did I heard a great shout.
Please turn off the lights and let me come in.
I will not harm you, I come as a friend.
I did not answer, I ran to my room,
But the voice followed me, seeming to croon,
I wish not to harm or cause aggravation,
And I cannot enter without invitation.
Please come to the door and open to me,
And I'll give you a gift that will set you free.
Such power you'll have that you cannot dream.
I covered my ears and tried not to scream.
I felt myself weaken and I prayed aloud,
Lord, let not my senses this demon becloud.
My prayer was answered, the demon was gone.
'Thout leaving a sign outside on the lawn.
The voice in my head just drifted away,
And did not return in the bright light of day.
I know that somewhere the vampire lies sleeping,
Waiting for night to come out a-creeping.
When the moon is high and the hour is late,
I'll sit by the door with my cross and wait.
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Judy Ball
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