A Voice

A voice cries out in the night,

Bold and courageous.

“Come to me, my brethren!

Do not waste time!

Everything is yours

For you may feed tonight!”

Growing in numbers came the

Horde of monsters,

Interested in all words that are spoken

Just under this starry night.

“Know this, my friends,

Love for blood always conquers all.”

Monsters cheer and head for the city,

Not knowing what they are up against.

Onward they march to the unknown,

Prepared for anything but death.

Quietly, the slayers wait,

Ready for the time to

Silence the monsters.

Time slows to almost nothing, the

Undead almost on top of the city.

Vampires eager for blood

Wander into the city and are slain.

Xtreme vampires kill the slayers.

Yells of fright fill the night,

Zealous remarks arise for the vampires victory.