Mr. Caliora (Part 1)

Come, 

the night is nigh. 

Dumb, 

you fool, 

you idiot, 

of mine. 

Grudgingly, 

hesitantly, 

a motion of utterance pounces forth. 

A settling of hand on the stoop, 

just under the moonlight shine. 

Get up! 

I ask of you, 

tonight is your night. 

Seek the blood of those, 

those you  fear most. 

Awaken, 

then you will die. 

Spitting the last of teeth, 

the gruesome lick of scarlet to last bare. 

I stood to reach, 

reach for the light I once knew. 

Fool! 

Stay down, 

down where you belong. 

You misunderstand, 

I am your master. 

I crawl, 

the floor pocked with the last inhabitants. 

I miss them; 

their warmth just as a blanket strewn across my lap. 

Just as I come to the edge of planks, 

a odd shape shows. 

Mr. Caliora, 

I don't understand...