I wrote this little poem after reading a friend’s tweet about waking up in the middle of the night after watching a vampire movie. Sometimes my imagination is sparked by the most random things.
Do you wake affright at night,
Hoping for the morning light,
Reeling from most haunted dreams of
Dark phantasmal gore?
Do you grasp upon your nightstand
For a cross or stake with your hand
As you dread to see a shadow
Creep upon the door?
Is it Dracula or Orlock
Who has thrown your soul into shock
And whose tendrilled fingers outstretch
Toward you more and more?
Do you pray unto our Savior,
“Rescue me at once now from your
Adversary who delights in
Creeping ‘cross my floor!”
As the air grows ever crisper
In your home’s foreboding whisper,
And your heart begins to blister
In your body’s core,
You, as one beside you mutters,
“Back to sleep, and close the shutters,”
Sigh, and sheepishly turn over,
Ego badly sore.
Do not you, looking backward hence,
Wish earlier you’d had the sense
Not to watch a late night tale of
Grisly undead lore?
© 2011 Jacob A. Davis
