Boogies Are a Pain.

Sneaking past the bedroom door climb slowly down the stairs
thankful for the nightlight glow, help avoidence of the chairs
darkness of the coverered moon hides glint burnt silver bow
even worms their candles bright this eve find hard to glow.

Chill wind crawls harsh north blown down mist clings on silken web
calling soft in fear of soul ask lord bring forth caleb,
second son of beelzebub leader of the pact
torn from womb of virgin birth in fearsome random act.

Blood lust rising heart beat quick
hearing heightened breaking stick
seeking vengance past demeanour
left on tombstone whistful dreamer
vampire lover called to book
never given second look.
Fingers struggling to contend
age old problem never end
shout in triumph loud as can
pull finger from nose...





FOUND THE BOGEY MAN!