THE VAMPIRES SHALL NOT HAVE YOU

Moving by stealth

I am the tree witch I am hiding in the forest green I move by stealth I blend in and I am rarely seen.

I am waiting to trap a soul,it is something I must do. Over the years I have stolen quiet a few. My hair is long and lustrous and really very strong, it can catch you and entrap you as quick as a whip’s thong.

I have roots growing out from my feet and spreading from my hem leaves spread from fingers and from my backbone stem thrice fold pairs of arms. If you look close enough I will bewitch you with my charms.

My eyes are deftly painted to show off their emerald green my lips are always blood red well another colour would be obscene.

I have a lighted candle in my third left hand tonight, I have seen you about your business and I have come for you tonight.

I know you are not too special but I have watched you in your room at night,alone with computer and your mind in fantasy’s flight.You long for a Vampire to relieve you of your soul you seem to think that one of my cousins would make your sad life whole.

I have thought this over I have listened to your prayers , I have lingered by your window and taken in your every word.There is something about you, something that I like so I have decided you will endure no Vampires bite.

So look out your window and see my candles’ light, come out my little human soul have no fear I shall treat you right. You will be so much better off with me than in a Vampires lair just look out your window and see my candle light is there.

AH! at last you see me,curiosity in your eyes. That is right my darling make your way to me for you my body cries. At last you are so near to me I catch your human scent come close now my darling my love for you I must vent.

At last you are with in my reach, come nearer to the candle yes closer,closer my darling no need to be gentle my branches will not break. I have you now my darling I own your soul I have waited aeons for a man to make me whole!

11/11/11 I WILL NOT FORGET

Today was a special day a date carved in my mind. Today it is time for us to remember the soldiers who died for all mankind.

Walking up to town today my poppy on show just a little reminder, my reverence to show. The high street was busy full of people to and fro and traffic rushing through as motorists on their journeys go.

Today it will be different, today is not the norm, though busy roads and people about their business go. Outside the Town Hall and in the Market Place  groups of people gather some smile and wave the older men embrace.

Now the clock hands approach the eleventh hour and through our town surges gratefulness you can feel it’s power. For every shopper stops and stands and every coffee shop and bar is silent now because the clock bell tolls the hour.

The tills in the supermarkets and every shop are silent and with stationary shoppers filled  and even the mighty traffic is in it journey is stilled. In silence I stood and watched this strangest but most merited tribute and as ever I shed a tear as the old men took a salute.

Two minutes and it was over all trace of silence gone, the shops are once more busy the stilled traffic now moves on. I meet my friend and as in to Costa we go I say a silent thank you to all those brave men and women who I do not know . They fought , some gave their lives for me so I could be free, in Flanders , Turbrook and Tripoli, on the Somme , Leningrad, Pearl Harbour and Helmand Province, Iraq and Iran and many, many other places defended by a brave woman or a man.

I make no apology I will be politically in-correct for so many have offered up their lives and my life they still effect!

Lest we forget

They fought against what ever foe that threatened our freedom to take and they often had to give the biggest sacrifice anyone  has to make.

I shall not forget them and neither should you for without them you would not be free to do most of the things you do!

So on this 11th day of this 11th month in 11th year of this millennium I stood at 11o’clock with many others to salute our soldiers, sailors and our airmen and many, many others. For they have given their all for us my sisters and my brothers.We owe them a THANK YOU.

THANK YOU

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