Vampire Hunt
The stench of death was on the air,
Carried on a bitter breeze.
Clouds in tumult high above,
Rolling like the tortured seas.
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Small diamonds, further above
Light eclipsed by the full moon.
Ribbons of silver falling down,
On those marching to their doom.
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Nine-and-twenty horsemen riding,
All bearing many arms of war.
Riding over stream and road,
Riding over empty moor.
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Bearing guns with silver bullets,
Bearing cross and wooden stake.
All carried by their fevered rage,
That only vengeance might just slake.
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Arriving at their destination,
A castle, standing tall.
Its gates locked to the living world,
Their leader made his call.
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"Tonight, we slay the Devil's son,
This spawn of Satan fel.
By God's own will we'll pierce his heart,
And send the beast to Hell!"
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A shout, a cry, a prayer to God,
The living let out cheer.
But as a swarm of bats flew down,
Their hubris turned to fear.
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The foolish hunters knew not ways,
Of creatures of the night.
Had deemed it now best time to strike,
His powers gave him flight.
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Over 'fore it had begun,
Most of the men were slaughtered.
Others brought to catacombs,
As playthings for his daughters.
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The clouds above released God's tears,
Upon grass and stone and mud.
Anointing those who served the Lord,
Washed away their blood.
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But no pause given to the count,
Like a shadow in the rain.
Let out a sniff and turned aside,
Returned to his domain.
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Another hunt been made by fools,
Another skirmish he had won.
For what were mortal, fragile men,
Against the Devil's son?