Upon the haunting hour of midnight,
with the unearthly hooting of a screech owl,
I arise from my dark,cavernous crypt.
Idly I disinterestedly pick at the dried up bones
lying around my casket.
Morbidly thinking of the great sacrifice
their fleshly owners made.
A terrible hunger gnaws at my cruel,
lifeless,slowly beating heart.
My dark,glowing,red eyes cast an eerie glow
upon my face causing shadows to dance across
my pale, sallow cheeks.
Long,black hair gently caresses my thin shoulders.
The putrid odor of one hundred years of death
and decay are my rancid cologne.
A cruel,humorless smile rests upon my thin,
cruel,bloodless lips.
My long forked tongue flicks to and fro over my sharp,
pearly white fangs in anticipation.
Long,razor sharp nails rap out a haunting melody
upon my century old casket.
My narrow nostrils flare testing the frosty air
for the sweet scent of fresh human blood.
An evil,disheartening laugh escapes my hollow chest,
as I begin my search for a victim to satiate my
terrible,ungodly thirst.
So,I set out across the misty fields toward the
sleepy little Transylvania town.
Upon the ancient cobblestone streets I see her.
A short,fat,blonde haired little urchin playing alone
under the dimly glowing street lamp.
I silently glide up to her and cast my devilish,haunting
gaze upon her bright,innocent,blue eyes and smile evilly.
With sudden,unearthly ferocity I attack with long,
needle like fangs flashing in the night.
My ravenous hunger is gloriously satiated as
fresh,warm blood bathes my horrid form,as I
feed upon her youthful innocence,and am made alive.
Unexpectedly,I lovingly take her into my strong arms,
holding her limp,form gently until the sweet breath
of death takes her to eternity's rocky shore.
Donavon Scott Vinson