In the cold November night She had given us a fright So we ran arm-in-arm away Running towards forgotten days And the sorrow of that woe-begotten light
We had told her what we'd done And she'd said I'm not her son Then we'd bolted out the door Left your bootprints on the floor And were gone before she'd leveled out the gun
The shots rang high and loud And I swear that we were proud To have made the Beast so ****** To be the Devils atop her list Of all the evil Hell hath spat on this gray shroud
Into the Night we ran and played For we had met our Judgement Day Burned it down with light and love Killed the monster, came the dove And forever on we knew we'd have our say
There's no one could tell us "No" If our Way wound to or fro Our life at last was ours to live And Death our gift to give So we'd return for her at sign of year's first snow
And return for her we did Deep in the cellar where she'd hid Her thrusting cross and sobbing loud "In Jesus' name I cast you out!" For all the good that useless trinket never did
She wept and screamed and prayed Hoping she'd at last be saved From this night that wouldn't end And her faith that wouldn't bend And these children with their teeth like razor blades
We ripped and tore and fed While she cried and shat and bled Until her flesh began to cool Her life now just a crimson pool Puddled under her like Satan's marriage bed
We left her there on that stone floor Behind us closed and locked the door Our mother's blood across your face Looked to me a veil of lace In all our endless life I've never loved you more
Just noticed this is actually my 100th poem. It didn't start out as a vampire story, but just sorta ended up that way. 'Tis the season, and all, I guess. Hope someone enjoys it half as much as I enjoyed writing it.