Last Train Poem by Colin Ian Jeffery

Midnight hour strikes as hunting owl swoops to kill
Mouse squeaks in terror as claws grab and hold.
Last train comes and goes, wheels clattering on rails
While hidden in darkness down leafy country lane
Waits the vampire thirsty to suck fresh blood
Hungry for prey, fangs gleaming in moonlight.
Small pools of yellow light, islands in the darkness
Thrust down from gothic street lamps showing the way.
There is no protection from vampire fangs
Not without crucifix, garlic, holy water, wooden stake.
Footsteps echo down the lane and solitary person
Passenger from the train, heart quickening with fear
Walks with rapid nervous steps down leafy lane
Fearing what might lurk within the darkness.