Blood Day Night Poem by Obodokasi Ade'etem Agbor

Behind the green infested walls of the Cathedral
Ere a worship palace left to ruin and ghost,
I stood shaking of fear, knowing 'twas evil's hour to befall,
On a ghostly place was a little lamb lost.

I heard the wind blow soft, and leaves taking bows
I heard far an owlish hoot and then a snarl,
I heard far foot-steps frolic forlorn parts of isles and rows
At spot, I knew where the head was to fall,
Alas, the watchman is the night's choice for the bloody banquet
The other nights was a child lying loose in the park, then a tired ballet.

Oh look, here she comes, riding stealthier than the wind
Making no sounds but for her slow snarls,
Her hairs swam from skull to waist, a gown that 'sembles a bridal knead.
Her eyes sunk deep into her skull
As if to draw eye-sight
A tool much needed for the night.

Riding near the watchman she grabbed him still
First taking out the eyes, then digging a hole on his neck to fill
Her blood desire.
I heard the old man whine,
As an animal tossed to fire
While she on his blood kept to dine.

Turning her white face up to me she whispered
A silent whisper as if daring the owl who kept guard
'Come son, come and taste how sweet an old blood,
Come feel the pleasure of old in new wine-skin'
There I stood hungered and thirsty of food
Any kind was offered my body to win.

I took a step or two
And smelt it fresh like dew,
Tonight I shall draw my first blood
And I have been asked to your bed.