Don't take the Undead forgranted.

 

There ought to be

an even playing field,

between humans

and the undead.

 

What gives them

the right to molest us,

when we're sound asleep

in bed?

 

Sound asleep, I was,

my strength

from work-

 all but spent;

 

When a vampire

unknown to me, bit

my neck, then

out the window went.

 

It was all

so depressing,

it was so surreal,

it left me truly blue;

 

The ordeal was so

very unexpected and

out of the ordinary,

what was I to do.

 

Call the police?

Don't make me laugh,

they would

treat me as insane;

 

Call the doctor,

and show him

the fang marks that

 I could not explain-

 

How they got there,

not to mention

how the blood

from my neck was drained.

 

The marks were worse

than a hickee

from a lover's kiss

or poisonous snake bite.

 

I Think you get my
distress and meaning;

the only recourse

was to fight.

 

How do we even up

the playing field-

is there a true remedy 

for our plight?

 

Writers of this genre

offer crucifix, and spike; 

but can these truly overcome

 a hungry vampire's might.

 

I racked my brain for days,

for a solution I did seek;

then the solution came to me-

to one so mild and meek.

 

When the vampire did return

and bit me,

I bit him back-

then much to my surprise;

 

Wearing a grin he drained me;

he drained me completely dry.

Then afterward he fed me and

commanded me, "Arise!"

 

So, I write this poem to warn you,

gentle readers all;

heed the words of this vampire,

lest upon you, my fate, will fall.

 

Don't take the undead forgranted...

 

 

D.M.W.   January 12, 2013