Parasitic Pestilence

Parasitic pestilence preys on human ignorance.
Leeching lives, no consequence, free from all benevolence.
Lurking lithe ‘neath castle keep, seeking souls whose blood doth seep.
Tho’ her hunger runs so deep…
Vampyre rests in silent sleep.

 
Thus, night falls with whimpered veil, spinning yarns, an old man's tale
for the young, to no avail; hear the panicked children wail?
Lovely Luna’s silv’ry strobe drapes the pious xenophobe.
Donned he then his blackened robe ~
Curses night’s celestial globe.

 
Crucifix laced ‘round his neck, lacking faith–without a speck.
Deep down winding stairwell, treks, to the castle's lower decks.
Flings the coffin open wide; curiously peeks inside
reveals nothing there abides.
Vampyre watches where she hides...

 
Ancient incantations rote, unbeknownst, this slaughtered goat,
chants his senseless ritual, which, by now’s habitual.
Quietly, the Vampyre stirs steeling every sinew, nerve
for the fatty, tasty feast,
gorges, she, on human beast.

 
Lurking lithe ‘neath castle keep, ancient one drinks long and deep.
Closes, then, her weary eyes –“No!” a sorrowed widow cries…
Deep within the sepulcher dead eyes open, children stir;
osseous, each withered child,
hath the dirge of death defiled.