he used to ward off vampires
with his trusty Christian cross
his never failing vampiric repellent
that vanquished those fiends
he’d flash it in their fanged faces
and poof they were done
but a new strain of vampires
were resistant to the cross
one grabbed it out of his hand
and broke it in two pieces
as if it were a flimsy toy
as if it had no more power
his only saving grace
was the stake
he pulled out of his belt
and stabbed the vampire
in the heart with
and prayed the stake
would never lose
its power
the vampire done
melted into the floor
and was no more
far as he knew
Bob Boyd