Steering in the Night | Part I

How proud and tall the pale vampire stood upon the stern,
and stern they were, his boring eyes; oh, how his glare did burn.
The anger, not at me, I knew, but dread still quelled my soul,
till in its place, fear spurred me act when I saw in his hull
the still and bloody child there, his face an ashen white.
My anger swelled, I jumped aboard, and made ready to fight,
but “Peace!” he scowled, held up his hand, and gazed down at the boy.
“He needs your help. Get him some care. Your skills you must employ.”