Vampire Outbreaks

They arose like a dark blood plague
Thought to be only dark arts of fiction
The authorities didn’t act fast enough
In the quiet town of Huntsville
When as if Dracula manifested out of fiction
And the population began to become infected
Pastor Barnes, deceased holy soul
Was first to rise from the grave and
Sink his fangs into Molly Tilton
A school girl of only twelve years
Who returned the ghoulish disfavor
To Pastor Barnes bereaved wife
From there the entire congregation
Became a defiled church of cursed vampires
Seeking innocent prey in the town every night
Until Huntsville became known as Helltown
And the vampire outbreaks began to spread beyond Helltown
Like a plague, spreading further and further to this unhallowed day

Bob Boyd

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Author: BobBoyd

79, cancer survivor, work out 3 times a week, ride my exercise bike 2 hours daily. Began writing poetry October 2023, living in Greensboro, North Carolina, originally from just outside of Boston, MA. Retired and enjoying a solo, reclusive life always researching and gaining knowledge. Most of my poems are fictional. I write about many things: Spirituality, Mysticism, the Paranormal, Cryptids, Werewolves, Ghosts, 411s, Nature, Birds, Animals, Romantic Love, Death, NDEs, Women Persecuted as Witches, Fictional Characters I Create, News Stories, AI, Robots, Insects, like the poem entitled, Hail Caesar Bob, (about when bees were swarming me outside the door to my apartment), and many other topics. I write a minimum of 3 poems daily, sometimes more. I like and abide by the saying life's too short to be taken too seriously.

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