Beware The Ides Of The Vampirs

In 1845, a mysterious plague of vampires is spreading in Europe.

'Twas that year of 1848 I cannot forget,
As an unease had spread'd within Illyria, 
From Asia onto Europe began the onset,
Reaching those leery thorps of Venetia.

The kinsfolk call'd it the Black Death, 
Whilst the men of God told the throng,
That the bride of hell wield'd her breath,
As the Gypsies knew the haunting song.

Whistling birr stirr'd graveyards anew, 
Where hoary widows roam'd grim nights, 
Drench'd in the dripping blood and dew,
Within a foul stench of flesh and wights.

Shutters of windows hemm'd and lock'd, 
Howling wolves bellow'd from the woods, 
Beyond the wreaths of garlic that block'd,
The undead's quench for thirst in hoods. 

Church bells rang and sway'd a badness, 
In the mist of the darkness swathing red,
The wrought fields within their madness,
As the tenfold thralls wander and tread.

The eerie wailing of the lonely children, 
Behind heavy stones of creeping walls,
Where she fed upon their lorn brethren, 
With her shadow gliding along the halls.

Thus, I was shackl'd to the harden'd ground,
Abreast the gossamers and a dreary gloom,
And the starving rats and dirty cloths found,
Whilst I abid'd quivery of my looming doom.

Slowly the door to my dungeon open'd wide,
With a bright light that shone upon my guise,
And she walk'd heading towards me inside,
As a shimmer of the full moon began to rise.

Bearing a white dress, unruffl'd silk with flair,
With a gold crown of a queen o'er her head,
Black willowy fingernails and locks of hair,
    Flowing and flaxen curls of guile and dread.  

Her long jagg'd teeth drooling then shown,
To thirl my bare neck at her swinish need,
As I star'd into her red beady eyes known,
And her devilish grin unleashing her greed.

When I awoke the next day I could not hide,
As I laid in a brass bed within warm blankets,
With the queerest kiss of a woman by my side, 
Arousing to a sight of wantonness and trinkets.

'Twas her the lusty lover of a moonstruck night,
As her maidens drank the cups of blood where'er,
When I felt my body was no longer cold of fright, 
And I was curs'd to be a wretch'd Vampir fore'er.

Beware the ides of the Vampirs...