Old Man

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“Old man, let me tell you a story.”

“Go home child, you’ll only bore me.”

“Too bad, I’m not going anywhere. You’ll hear me out, even if you think it’s not fair.”

Submitted: April 11, 2013

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Submitted: April 11, 2013




Old Man


A long time ago, in an old village

Lived an old man, who made an old legend.

I stood before him, robed in black

With a sugar sweet smile, and a laugh to match.


“Old man, let me tell you a story.”

He looked to me with his white eyes

“Go home child, you’ll only bore me.”

He croaked with venom and spite.


“Too bad, I’m not going anywhere.”

“You’ll hear me out, even if you think it’s not fair.”

I approached, pointed teeth bared

My clawed hands exposed as I bowed with flair.


Not an inch did he move, petrified into place

I moved to stand behind him, my hands on his shoulders

“Is that fear on your face?”

I stated to the old geezer.


“Sit tight and listen well,

For the story I will tell.

Though it is old, it will be familiar.

So remember it, for this is your closure.”


Long ago, in this village;

There was a man who was the Mayor.

Much did he bask in that privilege

And used it to find a savior.


A hunting they suffered, that of a beast.

That came in the night and on humans did it feast.

With all their prayers they wished it would cease.

And one day, on a train from the East…


A brunet brat and a red head friend,

Were searching for their mentor.

“I hope we find him, I want this chase to end.”

Said the red head as he kicked the grass and clover.

“He was seen getting on this train a month ago.

I hope we find him too, we’ve been looking high and low!”

The brunet boy replied with a bellow,

They had been searching for three years or so.


From the train they went, to the town nearby,

Running the entire way to save some time.

For darkness has fallen, midnight has come

The forest can be dangerous in late Autumn.


In the village all was too quiet

No one was about, not even a light to be seen.

The boys had sudden chills and started to fidget,

Looking around, they had the urge to flee.


Form behind barrels and broken walls,

From behind trees and the leaves of fall

Came men big and small,

The two boys shrunk back, afraid to stand tall.


The villagers captured them, thinking they would refuse.

The boys were the people’s saviors, by assumption of their silver crosses.

Even though tying holy ones up could be taboo,

But it was done, and into a house they went with a toss!


It was in there that they had to listen to the problem

But it was so outrageous, they couldn’t start to fathom

The red head and brunet heard the story of a night beast,

The story of a vampire that would freely feast.


So to its home they did go

Unwilling to face this tyrant

But with half the village in tow

They had no choice but to fight it


At the first sight of the Dracula, the villagers ran,

Leaving the two boys before it even began!

The boys were left to come up with a plan,

“Get out of my home!” it did demand


The three fought with determination and ferocity

And in the end, what they found was a misunderstanding

The three returned to the village peacefully

But the villagers glared and stated demanding


“What is the meaning of this, why is he not dead!”

The mayor did exclaim with dread

“Do not worry, you were all mistaken,”

“He was not attacking people but Demons.”


Shocked by this statement but he did not believe

“What the hell is this, you traitors!”

Red faced he yelled “are you naïve!”

“You must be monsters, all of you are monsters!”


He rallied the village into a frenzy

Wielding weapons, they became deadly,

The three males fled through the forest and barley

And onto the morning train they had seen.


The misunderstanding happened when the Dracula was young,

Because of how he looked, he received a negative bias.

With his Grandfathers reputation, a dark and mighty one

It was then that he was giving the vampire status.


As the train moved on through the fog and the dew,

The voices of the people did peruse

 “Monsters, Monsters! Sinners they are!”

They heard the shouts echoed from afar


“To this day they have never returned,

Far away fighting battles you could never imagine.

Blessings they rejoice, but they see more burdens;

The warrior, vampire and the gunman.”


As I finish my story, I laugh at his reaction

“I can see I have your attention.”

 Retrieving a blade I mention,

“I am not your savior, you’ll get no redemption.”


“Monsters… you know nothing of the sort.”

“I know a monster and a sinner when I see one!”

He snapped back with a retort.

“Whatever old man, you’re no better than a felon.”


I thrust the blade through his back into his heart,

Only a groan is given as he departs.

“Monster, monster, you so falsely accused;

But the true monster stands right before you!”

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