
The Care Taker
When darkness overtakes the land,
And the winds begin to howl,
And the creatures of the night
Begin their nightly prowl.
When the moon climbs into the sky
To hold court over its domain
While peering through the drifting clouds,
And listening to the breeze’s refrain!
The autumn chill takes a hold
Whilst the wind strips the trees
Leaving their branches naked and bare,
Then coerces the fallen leaves!
High in the limbs of the oak
Sits a great horned owl.
This guardian of the glen,
Hoots his warning now!
The bony fingers of the thistle
Scratches against the mist
While the lone feral cat
Arches his back to hiss!
Glowing eyes within the bushes peer
Probing through the murk,
Forever watchful are they
For the dangers that do lurk!
Along this lonely path
A forlorn figure treads
Scattering leaves before him
Just as the critters fled.
The wind tugs at the tails
Of his long flowing mantle,
A fedora is worn low on his brow,
Some defense against the encounter!
He proceeds in silent boots
And carries a wooden staff
While the light of his lantern,
His shadow it doth cast.
He makes this nightly journey,
About the Church’s grounds,
Inspecting windows and doors,
And analyze all strange sounds!
But this night he is presented
With a terrible scream
That sets his nerves on edge
As he races for the scene.
As the caretaker hastened
To save the Miss in danger
He is brought up short
By the beauty of this stranger.
She is bathed in light,
And dressed in a sheer veil,
Floating just off the ground,
Beside of the old church’s well.
The Care Taker halts and waits,
His eyes glued to the girl,
As she beckons with her hand
Drawing him closer to her world.
Her skin glistens like dew,
Translucent, pale and fair,
Her eyes flashed like sapphires,
As lightning through the air!
The Caretaker is quiet and still
Overcome by her charm,
Then moves slowly towards her,
Not thinking of the harm.
Step by step, he advances,
Never wavering from his course
She whispers words of encouragements,
With the seductiveness of her voice.
All the while, she hovers there,
With her extended arms,
An invitation offered him,
“Come my love, taste my charms!”
The wind begins to howl
As though a warning it needs to give,
“Stay away from her,” it called,
“If you want to live!”
The moon glares down
Upon hearing this wild tirade,
Now from the creatures of the night,
Warning of her false façade.
A man has inherent fear,
But the Caretaker has lost its trace,
As he now steps within,
The circle of her deadly embrace!
At first his passion flares,
As that longing which comes upon men,
He reaches to touch her face,
To kiss the pale lips and then...
She smiles as she pulls him close,
Then whispers so only he can hear,
“You are my love tonight,
And I need what you have, my dear.”
The Caretaker never wavers
As though awaiting his fate,
Then suddenly he turns cold,
As his lips, she does take.
Their kiss deepens and forever lasts,
Blissfully their souls entwine,
Then suddenly danger signals,
Penetrating the brambles of his mind!
But it is too late
As the night hears his scream,
She has sank her fangs deep
As his blood runs in streams!
Having satisfied her lust
She feels her energy replenished
She laughs at her victim,
For his life is finished.
She allows the body to collapse
Having taken what she dare
Then smiling sedately,
She flies into the air.
When daylight overtakes the land,
And the cock begins to crow,
And the creature of the day,
Welcomes the sun’s warm glow.
The mockingbird sings his song,
But all is not as it should be,
For on the ground near the old well,
Lays a cloak, a fedora but no body!
The End??
or
The Beginning!
By MAN
9/29/2009

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