When obsession is confused for loyalty--

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Feeling the most alone

In polite company,

Loved ones included. She prayed

For attention, tenderness, love that lasts.

Whom she called for

Did more to harm than help.

The unseen met with the unholy,

Consummated on her lawn one night.

Although long absent,

She feels him still.

Recurring nightmares. Bouts of possession.

Tethered to pure darkness.

The undying count is coming

And the signs are showing:

Carried on furious wind and waves,

A strange ship smashes into the port.

Cobblestone roads teeming with rats.

Bubonic plague.

Staggering amount of the diseased and declining.

Too many bodies for nurses and doctors to bear.

White cross—emblem of mortality

Painted on doors of worn houses of the infected.

Raving lunatic Knock runs from an asylum,

Expecting a “gift” from the night wraith he calls “master”.

Nearer and nearer, the vampire lord moves,

Coming back for another taste

Of the black-haired pretty lady. Her body. Her blood.

Though regretful, she must face the source of her misery.

Possessiveness—thy name is Orlock.

Surrender—thy name is Ellen.

The German town of Wisborg shudders,

Cloaked in the vile, stretching shadow of un-death—

By Dee Allen.

From: United States

Website: https://www.writeoutloud.net/profiles/deeallen