Vampires And Werewolves Poem by Jojoba Mansell

Thunder booms through valleys deep,
lightning splits the sky.
Tonight the moon hangs blood red,
a disembodied eye.

Through forest black and marshes bleak,
the mist rises from the lake.
In caves and caverns bats are stirring,
the earth begins to shake.

Amongst the trees the wolves are padding,
being summoned by the moon.
Their howling tears the night apart,
they’ll be here all too soon.

From bat and wolf, spawn twisted creatures,
born of beast and man.
In dead of night when moon is fullest,
avoid them if you can.

They own the night, with fang and claw,
they prowl our darkest fears.
Close your windows, lock all doors,
the witching hour is near.