Minutes seem like days as chaos ruled the skies
I have seen life go on, as everything around me dies
I've forgotten who I am along time ago
Although looking at my youthful looks you'd never really know
I'll never forget that eventful night
When I felt that creatures bite
It's breath, its smell and the dripping of its saliva
I was fighting on the battlefields of Balaklava
In was back in October 1854, where in death, I was betrayed
I was part of the infamous charge of the light brigade
As we prepared to charge the Russians and the mercenary Kurds
I heard Lord Tennyson speak those famous words
"It is not too reason why. But to fight and die"
And with those words echoing I rode into the valley of death
When a Russian sniper shot me and stole my final breath
As I lay dieing in the fields of Mother Russia
I didn't know that I was being watched by another
It was not the bullet wound that killed me
It was this creature of monstrosity
Dressed in the uniform of a Russian solider
He looked so young but his eyes said he was much older
He saw the blood pouring from my open wound
And where as most men would have swooned
He bent down and licked my blood
I drifted in out of consciousness as I lay in the mud
But this was no dream. This was the devil himself
He came to steal something more than the deads wealth
As I welcomed death I thought I saw the white light
But there was no salvation for me that night
I felt my soul being sucked into another dimension
And for a brief second my whole life was held in suspension
As i looked into his eyes of hollow immortality
Knowing I would soon become a skeleton of society
His raping of my soul seemed to take an eternity
It wasn't until later I realized what he had done to me
My nightmare, interrupted by the calling my name
I just wanted to die, as I knew I wasn't the same
"Men! Men! He's over here"
"It's Ok Captain you're in good hands now, do not fear"
I was in a battlefield so they didn't take any notice of my bloody body
"Captain! Captain? Can you hear me? We'll take you to safety"
I felt their mortal grip as they pulled me up and carried me away
But how I wish that they had left me to die that day
I heard the medic talk to me "Can you hear me Captain Dwyer?"
But I wasn't a Captain anymore! I was now a vampire.
Written in 2005, taken from a short story i was planning to write. I have always been fascinated with horror and supernatural creatures, and i was going to attempt to write a Historical Vampire story based around the time of the Crimean War..then i found that writing a poem about it was a lot more quicker..lol