Beware!In fact be deathly afraid,for this man who reigns is no mortal in any sense of the word nor does he hail from our country.His homestead is Transylvania and he has cheated death for many of centuries.His tattered cloak is moth eaten and thread bare though it is his faithful companion and has served him well.He has an insatiable thirst for blood and primal screams.His chalice runs over and mixes with the bone dry dirt that has been packed down from his countless footsteps to and from his lair.A musty and rank odor emanates from his crypt that is overpowering and capable of consuming all rational thought.I once spoke to an aging priest who was clinging to life upon his death bed.His final decree that was whispered into my ear had provided his true name.His birth name is Barnabas Collins and he was the only surviving son of a very beautiful heiress named Victoria.Under the moonlight his pupils shimmer and are surrounded by a pool of bursting red veins.His skin has become withered and parched over the decades but his strength is that of many men.It is said that he will cower before a crucifix but I shall confess that this is a mere fabled notion.Countless mortals have been laid to waste by embracing such mindless fallacies.He is a very fast,cunning and ruthless predator who seeks his prey under the blanket of darkness.He leaves no traces or sound beneath his footsteps.He possesses razor sharp canine teeth which solely seek soft subtle human flesh which yields his very life source.The wind howls through the branches as he stands along the tombstones peering up at the pale fat moon.No mere foolish mortals are his companions.Not one I say.He is excited by the howling of the wolves in the distance for they remind him of the his true predatory nature.An infinite amount of beautiful women have fallen victim and have willingly given their souls to him for his alluring nature cleverly conceals his true intent.They offer their necks to him gladly as if they were seeking redemption for those who have fallen short of obtaining thee fabled fountain of youth.Beware!I say for his strength and immortality is increased tenfold upon every victim that he obtains.A gravedigger had once confessed to this priest that he has heard blood curdling screams emanating from his lair.His death had been welcomed with such exuberance and was shadowed by such relentless sorrow.Behold!I speak this truth to you for within me lies hope that you will use this knowledge accordingly and mercifully bring to an end such a horrific bloodshed.I am but a mere poet so do not expect me to act as a slayer.May you gather the courage and muster the strength required to enter his lair by daylight.For the sake of humanity and timeless bloodletting it is imperative that you undertake this grievous and harrowing task.Summon your strength and lift up his coffin lid without delay.Then you must drive a wooden stake directly through his heart.Only then will mankind rest peacefully each and every night thereafter as darkness takes hold during their peaceful slumber.Then perhaps these countless victims along with their tortured souls may rest in peace.This is my final decree and ultimate sacrifice before my beloved readers.Seek justice and peace accordingly.Amen.
Godspeed!CyPoet aka Cybear.

Yup, thats darkowl.

Steven

Such Elegance within you my friend,,, I have so missed your words,, its a pleasure to come in and see me Cybear,, Think I shall sit a bit,,, Drink me coffee and enjoy the flow

Wow!!!

very nice.....beautifully done!!! don't know if i can live up to your myth, though.

OH Mr. Bear,,,,This part man part beast,,,thid creature of the night,,,,Darkowl,,,,what powers he must have and what strength,,,,I now shall never go to sleep without my garlic and cross,,,,,,lol You done great Bear,,,lol
And Mr. Darkowl is a GREAT GUY!!!!!!and FRIEND to me,,,

Into the night this shadow of a man, takes flight.
A small glance of red eyes, vapor mist up into the skies .
Howling sounds beneath the full moons glow.
This creature that walks and flies.
His name has been whispered for hundreds of years.
This nightly beast so fowl, know only as, 'DARKOWL'...

Wow

Yea DarkOwl has become the new Dracula or dare i say Lestat

for Darkowl1

Hey that was pretty cool Cy, very nicely written..

Ok, let's see looking through closet.. alright found my armor.. ok now where is my sword.. ah, there it is, hey wait, didn't you say I had to have a wooden stake? sheesh, now i'm in trouble...

wow , that a good one ,, sends chills down your spine

Darkowl Cy, very good read