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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Submitted: September 19, 2018



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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