Deep within the mountains.
Many centuries ago.
Was born a man called Michael.
Our saviour we now know.

Born of what, you’ll find.
Is not what you may think.
Not demon, man, or monster.
His name ne’er writ in ink.

Travelling through worlds.
Keeping peace where he did go.
Friends he made along the way.
Many enemies also.

One beast in particular.
Took an interest in this man.
T’was the beast called Lucifer.
The Lord of Underland.

Scrutinise our hero.
Curiously, he did so.
Waiting for the right time.
To lure in his foe.

Until that time he left –
Young Michael to his task.
Of ridding worlds of evil.
And those of beguiling masks.

One day he found a young boy.
Crying by the river’s mouth.
He asked “Dear boy, what’s wrong?”
His hand, trembling, pointed south.

Michael led the way.
The boy followed close behind.
Anxiety building up.

The Vampyre: Canto Four – The Lord of Underland