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Killing a Vampire

It’s not like how it happens on TV.

On TV you just whack a wooden stake

right thru their rotten old heart

and they explode in a cloud of dust.

In real Life it can take hours.

All that terrible screeching and clawing,

I’ve got scratches all up my arms,

my sleeves are ripped to shreds,

I should probably get a tetanus shot, but,

No.. they don’t go quietly.

Strangely though,

they can rarely look you in the eye

when you’re killing them,

but then,

they could never face a mirror either.

It’s a horrible thing to have to go thru,

but don’t lose your resolve,

or your grip on the stake,

as they squirm and twist,

cursing and hissing

and looking for the slightest sign

of hesitation, pity or guilt.

Ignore the yelling,

don’t worry what the neighbours will think,

just keep telling yourself;

Dawn will be coming soon,

and with it

the Light.

 Angkor Dawn (photo by Danielle Iris)


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The Reverend Hellfire is a practising Performance Poet, an ordained Minister of the Church of Spiritual Humanists AND the Church of the Universe and finally President elect of the Kurilpa Poets/KICI.

“A sharp tongue is the only edge-tool that grows sharper with constant use.”

-Washington Irving


~ by reverendhellfire on June 2, 2013.

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