A sense of dark foreboding fills my restless heart.
Visions of horrible calamities flash through my mind.
My soul quakes with the disturbing uneasiness of fear.
As I begin my solitary quest into the dark sanctum
of the living dead.
The scent of a thousand years accosts my senses,
driving me to an inescapable insanity.
Yet onward into the rank, dark, horrible
mist filled chambers I quietly go.
An unshakable, terrible sense of dread
and doom overcomes me.
Suddenly a cold, dispassionate voice calls out
from the shadows of the dark crypt.
My heart freezes in mortal fear as my worst nightmare
becomes a vivid reality.
Death calls upon me with razor sharp teeth,
as his fangs sink deep into my throat.
My sweet life's blood is slowly drained from my chest.
The last sound I hear upon this earth as I fade
into the darkness of death is the eerie, evil laughter
of the vampire carried upon the shrill winds of the old cemetery.
Donavon Scott Vinson
For RaviNN