The bats are in my belfry
and behaving themselves for a change;
but, soon they will be flying out
and circling the grange
their sleek black bodies, seeking food;
shadowed against the night sky, they catch the sense of blood
as they questively fly by
and become the vampire warriors
of fiction horror fame;
calling out in a high-pitch voice
a sighing of my name.
I was attacked by a vampire butterfly, today!
Well, I think it was a vampire butterfly – it went straight for my neck;
though I’m not sure if it bit me or not,
as I can’t see any bite marks – they could be quite a small –
but, since then I have been avoiding the Sun,
and hearing the call
of an open coffin
In a dark crypt
within a Gothic mansion.
All of this is very well,
and I was truly fine with it;
until I found out that vampire butterflies do exist!