The bat fluttered through the sky,
In a blink, gone from my eye.
A shadow broke away from the wall,
The vampire stood over six feet tall.
With looks and swagger, he stalked the night,
He used his charm, he did not fight.
Many women and some men,
Became victims in his den.
He used them for sex and for food,
Depending on his whim and his mood.
A hunter appeared one October night,
Looking to end the vampire blight.
The hunter lured him to a place,
Where he could see the vampire’s face.
He looked the vampire in the eye,
And told him that he would soon die.
The vampire could not charm this man,
So, he tried a different plan.
He tried to turn, he tried to run,
But his long-lived life was done.
A wooden stake thrown like a dart,
Hit the vampire right in the heart.
Another town safe at last,
The hunter’s fame growing fast.