London, England, 1822
Simon Moor walked towards the haunted Mist Gate Cemetery.
He glanced at the large wrought-iron gate.
Despite the weather, Simon looked at the blackened sky.
Despite everything that caused him to shudder, he wasn't sure what was going on.
Simon headed towards the rotting graves.
They were peaceful,
Despite what was going on, he saw a dull mist.
The old man, Harold Frank, was drunk.
'Beware of the vampires, lad'.
The mist was long,
It covered the left of the dark cemetery.
And englufed Simon, like a spiders' web.
It was a long time before he could see the vampires.
Their red eyes focused on the boy.
The skin was sallow.
The hands rotting away.
And the gloom of London served as a reminder that death wasn't too far away.