Over a dark road I fearfully travel with the
full moon eerily watching my every move.
The powerful stench of decay invades my addled mind
as I enter the rusty old gates of the ancient cemetery.
Cruel howling and evil hooting accosts my ears as I
slowly proceed to the crumbling mausoleum's doors.
I am greeted by soft breathing on the other side as
with trembling hands I slowly pull the rusty door open.
In the darkness glowing red eyes evilly greet me and an
eerie laugh invades the stillness of the night as sharp
fangs rip at my throat until I drift into the after world
forever changing me so that I no longer linger the marvelous
ethereal beauty of daylight.
Donavon Scott Vinson
