A Knock at the Door

There comes a light rap at my door
on the spookiest of all nights.
The clock tells me the hour is late,
so the knock I should ignore.

The porch light has been out,
and the candy bowl is empty.
Since I have no more treats,
this must be tricks no doubt.

I flip up the switch,
and peek out the window.
It's not a little prankster I see,
my gasp catches on a hitch.

There stands a handsome man,
dressed in black from head to toe.
I turn the knob and open the door,
with no hesitation in my plan.

I invite him right on in,
like I've known him for years.
My brain must be in a fog,
why did I just let him within?

He steps into the house,
his presence is overflowing.
I don't question his movements,
quick and quiet as a mouse.

Closer to me he nears
and I see absolute perfection.
I am drawn to his eyes,
resembling two black spheres.   

My last conscious thought,
push him away and get help!
But my mind goes blank,
and I knew then I was caught.

His lips do not move
but clearly I hear his voice.
"Your treats are not gone,
and this to you I will prove."

As he lowers his head,
I see two glistening fangs.
With an all-knowing smile,
he wipes away my dread.

~40 lines~

Day 1 - Prompt: "Write a poem about a vampire, but DO NOT use the word 'blood', or its variants"

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