Last Train

Midnight hour strikes as hunting owl swoops to kill Mouse squeaks in terror as claws grab and hold. Last train comes and goes, wheels clattering on rails While hidden in darkness down leafy country lane Waits the vampire thirsty to suck fresh blood Hungry for prey, fangs gleaming in moonlight. Small pools of yellow light, islands in the darkness Thrust down from gothic street lamps showing the way. There is no protection from vampire fangs Not without crucifix, garlic, holy water, wooden stake. Footsteps echo down the lane and solitary person Passenger from the train, heart quickening with fear Walks with rapid nervous steps down leafy lane Fearing what might lurk within the darkness.