"Dedicated to my inspiration, Wolf."
Der Vampyre Tanz
A strange and peculiar night, sleep would not come;
My mind wandering in a sleepy daze,
A feeling of fatigue, “lack of sleep” I said from.
Oddly mystifying urges are emerging from within my haze.
The grandfather clock chimes three bells;
Several hours before sunrise, it seems to yell.
I crawl out of bed and throw on a coat,
Fresh air will do me a world of good at this note.
Yet wondering why, this eerie feel
Something – someone – some being…… calling,
Out of the darkness the feel of fear moats,
Like a vivid dream; yet ……wait….”Did I hear a scream?”
So, a journey I decided to take into the foggy moonless night,
Deep into the woods I wandered; unknowingly into a world of fright.
I spin around! “What is this I hear?” as louder my heart beats,
Rhythmic floating movements behind the trees do I sight?
Someone, something is here amongst;
In the damp darkness I feel their chill
Or could this be my mind playing tricks on me?
As I see them dancing up on the wooded hill.
The mystique of heightened senses surrounds.
Filling my inner being with terrifying sounds;
My heart fervently pounds, beating louder….louder….louder.
Their uncontrollable and constant insatiable cravings,
Require these gatherings in the deep thicket of forests
Encompasses vampires; attracting them to all things dark and alien.
Seeking the life’s energy they require for sustenance.
As I watch them, my head is swirling;
I can’t believe what I see; coiling upwards,
As I watch the smoky twirling shadows,
Blood red eyes out of the darkness glow,
Gathering behind the trees; laughing; ritualistic dance of prey,
On me I realize now, as I stop stiffen in my steps.
I am scared to death of what to expect.
Twisting and turning around me now
Squeezing my vitality, sucking in my breath,
Devouring their appetite from my body, I don’t know how.
Fading with weakness, to the east, I see a break of light,
Thankful to God, that it spells the end of night.
As swiftly as they appeared, they dissipated out of sight
Cast off my listless body on the ground in a heap.
My energy zapped by their cravings to keep,
With their never ending presence in the forests deep.
Never would I have believed this to be true ,
If I had not faced this frightening feat.
The villainous powers vampires retain,
Is their selfish prescient of survival,
For their existence requires this continuation,
Thus, as vampires are; their dance will remain.
Kitra B Booker