Benediction Of The Vampire

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic


The church shows no mercy to those who would defy God and the laws of life.

Submitted: September 19, 2018

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Blood was spilled this night

 

Leaving a grisly scene by morning light

 

Whole family torn to shreds

 

Leaving a bloody scene in their beds

 

The town whispers what must be done

 

Something before the setting of the sun

 

When riders come over the kill

 

They had a mission and a thrist for the kill

 

Masks obscuring their faces and covered in robes of black

 

Sack masks obscuring all but their eyes

 

Led by a figure who couldn't have been a saint

 

He had his own vicious taint

 

The townsfolk knew why he came

 

This wasn't no chld's game

 

These were avengers sent by the divine

 

They blessed by blade and holy wine

 

Holy assassins armed by the cross of their Lord

 

Each bore a blessed silver sword

 

They waited until the death of day

 

Then they went on their way

 

Into the old boneyard

 

Blades drew gleaming long and hard

 

Each looking as if chosen by death

 

None dared hold their breath

 

You count them brave

 

As they stood over the vampire's grave

 

A silent order was given for the assassins to dig 

 

They accomplished this task not so much as snapping a twig

 

Unearthing a coffin a deep ebony black

 

They opened the seal exposing the corpse's front and back

 

The moonlight made the creature aware

 

He could only gasp and stare

 

Surrounded by masked figures bearing blades

 

He tried his best into the shadows to fade

 

But against holy might his powers don't stand a chance

 

Then the blades begun their dance

 

A ballet of holy wrath

 

Cutting a fine and vicious path

 

The creature falled over nearly felled

 

He looked up to their leader and rorared a final yell

 

Before a stake was driven into his black heart

 

He spasmed and cried with a start

 

Then he was still

 

The clergy assesed their kill

 

Then cut off the things head

 

And put a brick in between its fangs in case it wasn't truly dead

 

By the rise of morning the corpse burned into an ashen rain

 

The end of this town's pain

 

The clergy gathered their things misson complete

 

And off they rode to slay another corpse stirring under their feet


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