My favourite poem of mine so far

The Night Stalker

In the dark, the night stalker walks,
Be careful when alone at night, for that is when she stalks,
As the town is brought to a stop, you could hear a pin drop,
Be afraid, lock your doors, for at nights she is seen feasting in the moors...

Lurking in the shadows, as quiet as a mouse,
lurking in the shadows, as sneaky as a louse...

But, as she was out feasting one night,
Just before she took a bite,
A blond haired man passed her silently by,
This man caught more than her eye, But her heart aswell,
As if it was, in a spiders web, a helpless fly...

'Good evening Sir' She said to the man, hiding her face with her hood,
'Good evening Miss, May I say if I could, that hood of yours is a bit dim, prehaps the proper word for it is grim...'

He gently pulled her hood up, before he saw, the thing which she most despised,
The two deadly, pointed fangs and those glistening, purely black eyes...

The man gripped his bow, loaded with an arrow, stepped back in suprise, his bow on the rise...

Yet, as Vampira looked to the man, her skin a perfect tan,
She did not feel the need to feast,
'Could it be love that weakens the beast?'
She thought to herself, yet not aloud,
'Then it must be love in this man I have found...'

The man lower'd his bow, as she asked, 'Who are you?'
He would see where this would go, so he answered her, 'Rezitzu'
And, as he looked in her eyes, he saw into her soul,
And, he did not see the beast of which he was told,
She pressed up against him, she did not hiss,
And there they shared true love's first kiss...

Then, as though the dead would awaken,
Vampira's curse was rapidly taken,
Those wretched fangs, that bathed in blood,
Dissolved into nothing, as if watery mud,
Then, as she looked to the man, the black in her eyes vanished, replaced instead by hazel eyes,
And, to this, the couple reacted with great suprise,
'The deadly fangs gone and now human eyes?!'


Lurking in the shadows, she is no more,
Instead of feasting off them, she gives money to the poor,
Do not be afraid, for no more shall she feast,
For true love is the best weapon used against this beast...