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~~~~~ The Creation ~~~~~



My name is Jacob Shaw

I was a child without a flaw

But I was placed underground

When my 16th year had come around



It was the plague of England,

They had said,

That cursed my last days to bed

And through it mother always, to me read

Even when her maternal instinct told her

That I was already dead



I was buried in a common grave

Without last rites, I was not saved

Perhaps it was lack of this ritual that gave

Permission to that evil cursed knave

To enter the foul game that he did play



He whispered in my ear

Words of hell and fear

How I hated to be near!

But still he whispered in my ear



Life forever; None to fear!

All mankind for you to steer

Wonton lasses and shy maids

All for you, only you my dear!



I do not remember if I agreed

But I do remember his desperate need

Perhaps he only wanted to explain his creed

Before he lay in the wet earth to feed



~~~~~ The Hunger ~~~~~



I slept for days or maybe ages

Waking up in fits and rages

If given the wisdom of the sages

I would harm them as charlatans

And false mages



A feverish hunger deep in my mind

Food I needed, food I must find!

I knew what I wanted, just the right kind

And I flew from the ground with morality blind



In one single night, half the village is gone

So many deaths just before dawn

I could have done more

The list could have been long

But I stumbled across what made me feel wrong



A single clear trinket of Austrian crystal

It stopped me quite short like the bang of a pistol

I felt the bursting in my heart; the opening of the mitral

But it was only a moment and it dashed like a missile



A thousand shards and it was no more

A vivid image upon the floor

A forgotten knick-knack from days of yore

Just a little glass squirrel, which is no more



It reminded me of a toy from Uncle Fredrick

A spiritual man, the town's good cleric

Alas though I hate to make mention

His soul is now mine and I didn't get sick



So that is my hunger, my need if you will

I have a thirst for blood and I would continue still

But the day is approaching, back to my tomb

Back into the shelter of a stone mason's womb



~~~~~ The Blood Lust ~~~~~



Have I made mention of how I feel

When a victim is pleading down at my heel?

How can I explain what happens when I steal

A soul that once revolved on life's wheel



An example I'll give you please take note

If you find it necessary, yes you may quote

Pay close attention and know it by rote

Or by the end, you may find

Two trickles of blood on your own throat



In my village was a lovely named Stephanie

As a mortal I always wanted her with me

But she had eyes for another, I she did not see

For with this other is where she would be



After the killings, I saved her for last

Into my tomb I held her fast

I brought her fine jewels and soft silk dresses

I'd run my fingers over her face in cold caresses



I wanted her to appreciate and to see

That I wanted to make her just like me

Immortal and powerful is what would be

The cold and the dead, we would truly be free



She told me she would, she told me to try

She told me she wanted to live and to die

She tilted her head and let out a cry

As my lips embraced the blood flowing by



I pulled away with a difficult jerk

And grinned at her rapture with a maniacal smirk

"Yes, my lovely, the last is the best"

And I felt the heart pumping beneath her chest



Warm heated blood on the tip of my finger

(Eons later the taste still lingers)

Her breath comes now in measured gasps

Her words struggle outward in tortured rasps



My cold breath caused little bumps on her skin

And the lust was upon me as I sensed the blood well within

I bit down on her throat, so soft and so sweet

The hot flowing liquid an evil coppery treat



How she wrapped her arms around me holding my head

Just a little bit more and she'll be of the undead

Not too much or she will never be

My moonlight mistress to pleasure me



"Oh lover of mine, I wish you were here"

"What is this?" I thought.  What did I hear?

She continued: "If only my lover could take part

Together we three, could bleed such lovely hearts"



"Prowling the night, you with your art

And my love and I shall tear them apart.

But alas!  Tis only you and tis only I

Tell me, will we be able to fly?"



Such anger such treachery!

Such rage within me!

Deep in her throat my lips deep did dig

And once more she pleaded; I made her beg



This time she howled not with pleasure but pain

She did beg, oh yes, again and again



~~~~~ Condemnation ~~~~~



It has been centuries since that night

The undead have no fright

But in the darkness comes a sight

That haunts me when conditions are right



Of pale white skin and ebon eyes bright

A ghastly beauty in flowing white

Glowing in shimmering pale moon light

An ethereal beauty, my undead wight



My beautiful girl, my beautiful Stephanie

There are times when I still wish her to me

But I am no longer a simple country young man

No longer Jacob Shaw, a boy of six and ten

I am Hell, I am scourge, I am the plague of England