my poems

[Marine]

a litlle poem.


WARAKIYA


Warakiya. A village in Transylvania. A place full of massive fear. A place full of

massive death.

The villagers there fear that Hell Incarnate has come.


He was far beyond evil: The Count of Transylvania, the Hell Incarnate that the

villagers had spoken of; a greedy, selfish creature who swore for himself all the

blood of Transylvania; every last drop of it was to be for his fancy only. No other

could enjoy.


It was a bright and sunny day. The villagers saw a stranger approaching. He was

coming their way.

In the villager's hearts they knew that this stranger was the man who would save

the day.

He would bring back the light: to the day and the night.

Bring back the hope, the love gone bad, the absolute right.

And this stranger's name was Trevor Belmont, an undiscovered vampire slayer.


Every night, with his silver cross in his hands, he would say a prayer:

Dear Lord, King of Kings, grant me the spirit to prevail,

Over evil, over the damned, over the foulest of the foul, help me O Lord,

I must not fail.

And then would close his eyes to slip to sleep.

Dreaming of tunnels deep.

The darkest tunnels he has ever seen.

Bats, flying, darting.

Hitting, biting.

In his hand he holds a whip so fine, so refined, sparkling - holy light - metal.

And in this dream he's whipping at the creatures in the darkness, striking them

down to hell to settle.

He awakens to a scream.

He leaves the dream.


Trevor finds his whip, his courage, his bravo, locates his honor, and makes for

the cry of help.


It is a woman, fine and delightful to the eyes, being held by a darkly dressed

figure. He sees her skin begin to melt.


With his stunning agility and style, Trevor brings the whip's death laced tip to

the dark creature's head; feeling triumphant, he watches it explode into fragments

of blood and flesh. The creature howls in pain, it shakes for a few seconds, and

then it falls to the ground; and as it begins to die, it whispers to Trevor -

" Hell Incarnate has come... "


He takes the woman's nearly cold hand, softly squeezes it, and she begins to heal.

As Trevor holds her hand he figures that this was just one fight - that others would

soon come, and come mainly at night.

And now he knows, that with this darkness, with all of his might, he must surely

deal.