Saturday, April 28, 2012

Vampires of My Youth

Outside my darkened windowpane, lurking in the shadows, biding their time. Waiting for sleep to overcome my weary eyes, so they can creep their way inside. Perhaps it is my friend we buried upon the cemetery hill or maybe some unknown, undead soul raised to drink its fill. Its fill of the life that courses through my veins, that warm rich solution through which I am sustained. So I dare not sleep, nor close my eyes till the blessed rising of the sun. For we all well know that the blood sucking hounds of hell, the sunlight well do shun. When daybreak comes I shall at last, close my eyes and rest in peace. Until the darkness falls again and the cursed beings I fear are on the world released. On the other hand. How the daylight changes ones perspective. After a sleepless night, hoping against all odds that my nightmare did not become real. Late in the day, I took to some familiar woods, some game hoping to kill. No fear in those woods, only me and my shotgun and the querry I pursued. The fears of the night before were shoved in the back of my mind, from conscious thought removed. Lost in my quest, in my familiar woods I did not notice the shadows beginning to lengthen. But as dusk fell on the forest trees I soon realized what a mess that I was in. In the woods at sundown, away from any safety. Surely those whom I fear, in these woods would at last find me. So I crashed through the trees, heart beating fast down the woodland path that led to my sanctuary. Hoping to make it home before the sun went down and those whom I fear awoke to fall upon me.

7 comments:

Laurie Kolp said...

I can clearly picture you running through the woods. Reminds me of when I was little I had to run and jump into my bed if I ever got up to use the restroom.

Brian Miller said...

oh how everything changes once the sun goes down...and the shadows being to lengthen...hope you make it home before those last rays...smiles.

Blue Flute said...

Interesting narrative written in a form like a short story but with the rhythmic feel of a poem.

Semaphore said...

I can feel the throbbing of the heart as the narrator rushes through the woods. A palpable experience.

Claudia said...

oh heck yes...glad you made it back and wrote it down for us...things can change quite quickly even if we think we're on familiar terrain..nice..

Dave King said...

Disbelief suspended, so very moving.

Charles Miller said...

I like the everyday quality of this narrative, the way it fits into a normal world we can all feel and understand because it's the way we live. To have a supernatural terror lurking atbthe edges of this existence is that much more effectively communicated within this context. The feel is palpable.