A familiar scent upon the chill, night air.
Freshly cut oak, still oozing sap.
Presumably sharpened for a sinister purpose.
They have found where we lair.
But, they make a small mistake,
one which will cost them their lives.
They come for us, for me,
to drive the sharpened stake into our cold, dead hearts,
But; they come after the sun has set.
It shall be the last mistake they have ever,
or will ever, make.
I send an unspoken call
into the coming darkness;
a call to my children,
a call to have some fun.
They must not be allowed to come,
To find my lair,
or to harm the one who still sleeps,
inside her fresh tomb.
She is young in the ways of the night yet.
What shall happen this eve,
Is to protect her,
Until she is ready.
Until she is strong enough.
I lean over her still form,
And place a kiss upon her brow.
Do not fear, my dove.
I shall return, and you shall be safe.
With that, I am gone.
I feel the others arriving with me,
following the scent of the oaken stakes.
I can feel their fury upon the air.
Has nothing been learned of our kind?
What arrogance is it to think,
that they can defeat us, after the sun has set?
And now, they are stopming clumsily through the woods,
Less than a mile from our den.
My daughters appear at my side.
Father? What shall we do?
I smile.
What shall we do, indeed?
Are you not hungry, my darlings?
At my words, they get evil little grins.
I instruct them to surround the mortals
from all sides, and from behind.
I stand, and I watch. I allow my children
to have their moment of fun.
I smell the mortals emotions.
At first, they are angry,
they wish to stab,
to burn and decapitate.
Turn us to ashes before we raise
from our cold tombs.
And then, they become afraid.
Something is following them.
Impossible! The sun has only just set.
Terror flows within their breast.
I close my eyes in satisfaction
as I feel the ebb and flow of their fear;
thick as blood itself in the air.
Screams begin to rend the night.
Torches are extinguished in an unholy breeze.
Bodies twisted and shattered thump to the ground;
lifeless husks spraying a crimson fountain
high into the air, washing acros others standing near.
I smeel the coppery taint fill the air
as their life essence is wantonly spilled.
The horror transcends anything
mortal senses will ever appreciete.
Heads snapped from mortal necks
like macabre dandelions in a childs hands.
Arms and legs torn asunder
from an Immortals fury.
Mortal hearts thundering a tune
that is music to my ears,
a melody to the symphany of the night.
I dance, with eyes closed, to the sweet crescendo of death
that is happening all around me.
I waltz through a scene from nightmare;
Trees soaked with dark stains,
dripping from the leaves of nearby wildflowers.
All too suddenly,
the vengeance is total.
Nothing is left here, alive.
My daughters are now gone,
but yet I linger through a fresh graveyard.
I find the leader of the mob by wan torchlight.
Laying broken and bent upon the bare ground,
a pool of his own blood soaking into the earth.
I pry from his fingers the stake.
With a morbid, yet serene smile,
I drive the stake through his heart.
I stand over him, and begin to laugh.
A haunting sound that will drift through the night,
to where this simpleton came from.
A chill warning to those left behind.
I then kneel next to his corpse,
and I begin to speak, to unhearing ears.
Poetic justice, my friend.
Like a breeze in the silence of night,
I leave this ravaged little path.
Upon my return to my den,
I notice my darling one has arisen.
Her hand goes to her mouth in shock,
seeing me covered in crimson fluid.
I do not answer her,
only to state that it is indeed time.
We must find a new den,
we will not be welcome in these parts for a long time.
We will not be welcome,
but we will not be forgotten either.
Honorable mention
Adding your comment:
i love vampire poems with I passion and this one was so descriptive and so...evil, in a lack of a more complex adjective. Adding the voilence really showed what some of them were about...vampires aren't supposed to be "cutesy" like hello kitty, but they sometimes tend to have a softer side then they let others believe and the imagery was amazing
