Killer Poems: Alucard

Alucard the vampire

He looks afar

Good ol’ London's on fire

He looks down, flesh scarred

He raises his head

Feels his body, filled with lead

He screams into midnight air

Screaming to remind the world he’s there

He raises his arms

Weapons, one of ivory and one that’s black

He grins at the moon with his demonic charms

He’s been holding back

He leaps from the boat into ol’ London town

Like a bird he hits the ground

He’s surrounded by the undead

The streets are all blood red

Bodies of men, women, and children scattered all around

The screams in the city are a delicious sound

But he knows the fun has to end

These lapdogs, these abominations, these disgraces have sinned

So, while breathing in sweet blood mist

He says at his normal volume, with a slight hiss

“The bird of hermes is my name

I’ve eaten my wings to keep myself tame

But now I set myself free

So that I may purge thee”