Things that go bump in the night

Night Silence
By Raymond Mayotte
Copyright © 2005

Under the bright silver light of the falls full moon
Chilly brisk winds warn of what will come soon
High in the tree tops where the limbs are now bare
Comes the sound of the branches creaking up there

In the cemetery below where long shadows loom
Appears a figure of darkness from an old stone tomb
Among the gravestones a dark void in the night
A foggy dark mist when it passes through light

Somewhere in the silence and the lights are all low
It will envelop some mortal and no one will know
All power and stealth with lips drawn back tight
It will take the lone victim and swiftly take flight

Now alone in the graveyard behind a marker of stone
Where no one can see it and it has the victim alone
Comes the flash of white fangs and that pleasured sigh
Because the vampire must drink and the victim must die