Vampyers Myth

The moon is high

pierces thru a jet black sky

She stirs from her

darken tomb

Tonight another mortal shall

Meet his doom

She fly's on leathered wings

silent thru the darken night

Her hapless victim

is now in sight

His cries of fear

and of pain

now stifled as fang's

cut vein
No mortal can resist

her deathly charms

and only death a 'waits

In this vampire's arms

Her deed is done the

mortal dead

she now returns to her crypt

her undead bed

Shunned she is of all

her kith an kin

for in this vamp the

devil lives within

This poem is like the fiction

that is so often read

of blood thirsty vampires of

us the undead

So read not the fiction but

listen instead

to the vamp right next to you

where...........in your bed