A/N; a poem i wrote about a vampire attack, i was encouraged by a certain VikiOfTheSpiritRealm to post this, cookies to all that review

On a moonlit night,
Twas hallows eve.
A breeze whispered through the trees,
Above the dark,
A shadow formed,
Like a thing of evil twas adorned.

As it glided into sight,
Young and old turned to fright.

It's cape, was but a shade,
As it waded through the glade.

But still, it stood,
As it drew back its hood,
To reveal, if one should look,
Fangs that could not be mistook,
For a thing, of good intent,
As it crouched, and ceased to vent,

A pleasant being, one of old,
Traipses by, as events start to unfold.

The being of evil, black glint in eye,
As it spies this passer by,
It clamps its jaw,
To cease, it's screech of glee,
As it leaps from neath the tree,
The wanderer lays, where she stood before,
Laying drained on woodland floor.

Pale as a flower, white as snow,
Laying in the moons strong glow,
As the beast,
With colour, a blush in his cheeks,
Scatters from, this moonlit glen,
And floats back t'ward his den.

The maid awakes,
With eyes like night,
Spreads her wings and starts the fight.

by vampire-rabbit