Old wives tale

Old wives tale

The coffin slowly opens, the Vampire Queen feels it's time to feed, she must sustain herself, she must fulfil this hungry need

The moon is high in the sky, it's at its fullest phase, it always brings out easy prey, many love the full moon craze

They go off into the darkest spots, they stare amongst the stars, with binoculars and telescopes, they search for the planet Mars

But they don't believe in her kind, they are story's for films and books, they have all the seeing implements but for her they never look

So the Queen goes to search the darkest spots, she spots them from way up high, swooping down like death on wings, its time for them to die

By time their realise she is there, their fate it has been sealed, her fangs burst into their veins, she drinks the blood before it can congeal

Warm fresh and freely flowing, she sucks the life force from their vein, leaving not a single drop, only a empty body will remain

The Police won't know where to turn, they will suspect there's a killer on the loose, maybe some psychopath, or a drifter some recluse

No one would think of Vampires, so their enquiries are bound to fail, they think there's no such thing as Vampires, it's just some old wives tale

Ron