Night Fall Poem by Jim Milks

In the darkness, the silence of the tomb is soon
shattered with a groan of wood on wood.
As the lid opens there, lying prone is the master of the house
he steps out and ascends his throne

The moonlight steams through
the windows lighting the way.
His pale flesh glows in the gloom
for a thousand years he has existed in this room
It is time for him to hunt to seek his prey.

In the fading light of the moon, his passions ignite
Out into the night, to embrace its chill
Men shall fight, and women shall swoon with delight
However, all shall offer their blood

The Vampire stalks the night a ghostly apparition
Before him, you are merely an acquisition.
His power makes all kneel before him in
Submission