There's a hissing, there's a whistling There's a rustling in the air There's a sound of someone scratching on the glass Shut the windows, close the curtains For a vampire is there And he's looking for a young and pretty lass Put some garlic round the doorway Place a cross upon the wall You must sprinkle holy water round your bed For his claws are jagged razors And he's standing eight feet tall And the minute that he bites you, you're Undead Though they lay you down to rest With a cross upon your breast You'll be rising from your gruesome bed each night In a cloud of swirling smoke Firmly bound to Satan's yolk Sworn to sacrifice a soul before the light You must fasten all the windows You must lock up all the doors And be ready when the vampire comes to woo Don't succumb to his delight for the evil in his bite Can perpetuate the vampire in you Now prepare to go to bed And lay down your little head Say your prayers and hope to see the morning light There's no need for you to weep Close your eyes and go to sleep While I wish you pleasant dreams and sweet Goodnight © By Thomas Vaughan Jones (TVaughanJones@aol.com)   Watch these pages for more poems by Tom. In the meantime, click the links below for poems and stories by our other authors. October Moon Fish Alone In The House Mother Nature's Children A Cyberspace Halloween Looking Forward To The Blue Ridge Walk To The Back Door Pumpkin Patch And.......for many others, click the index image. Graphics by Marilyn http://graphicsbymarilyn.com graphicsbymarilyn@yahoo.com