IV. Debouchet Farm

The sky was ablaze in scarlet and gray
As ominous clouds unveiled a new day.
Frost painted pastures in mist autumn glare,
A less travelled road sending dust in the air.

The shiver betrayed an unsettling chill,
As she surveyed the farm from the foot of the hill.
The house looked abandoned as the Bishop had said,
A hideaway haven for a clan of undead.

The adrenalin rushed as she rode up the drive,
Was it skill or her prayers that had kept her alive?
She got off and pushed the bike up on its stand,
The spring loaded crossbow and grapnel in hand.

She fired at the roof and the iron held tight,
She began her ascent up the two story height.
She opened the black leather carrying case,
And in minutes the explosives were all set in place.

She climbed down and wired each window and door.
In just a few moments she would sanction the gore
As the smell of flesh burning distills in the air,
And the screaming of creatures in utter despair.

She ignited the petrol and tossed in the bottle,
At the sound of glass breaking she opened the throttle.
The timer allowed her a hasty retreat,
As this vampire nest would go down in defeat.

She came to a stop at the foot of the hill,
The heart pounding terror a test of her will.
As the farm house exploded and lit up the sky,
She broke down into an uncontrollable cry.

this is an excerpt from the tales of armand & dominique