NIGHT
At a quarter past dusk
I arose from the crypt
Passing the gates with a hush
Through ebony I slipped
Longing for the hunt
Seeking a taste, a drop
First by the waterfront
I listened, I stopped
Nothing I smelt
Save the critters and cats
But onward, I felt
Soon to find more than that
Next I came upon a
drunk
Blood sour from ale
Still onward I slunk
Over bridge and through dale
As the moon's eye rose
Glaring at my loss
The air suddenly froze
With the brey of a horse
I gazed over a knell
To a brave campfire
My hopes quickly quelled
On what was to transpire
For there two young
men
Barely coming of rage
With too many words spent
Prepared to end a page
With fists raised high
And friendship sunk deep
One blow cut an eye
And two made one sleep
And swiftly I dropped
For his scream, no time
And sucked up each drop
O, wicked meal divine
So with my prey gone
Backward did I creep
And at a quarter of dawn
I slipped into sleep
R Ebright III / ©1993