MADELINE L LEE-MABE - POEMS

Madeline L Lee-Mabe lives in North Carolina with her husband and two Guinean pigs. She is new to the writing world and loves exploring ideas through poetry. She has been published previously published in the Haiku Journal.  

​The Great White Leech

​If you met him, you’d probably wouldn't remember
Only simple and confident minds can know his consequences.
 But the wise have long been in bed when he makes his walk.
That leaves me. The marked man, the one who must hunt the undead, the evil,
the ones who plague the dreams of the innocent.
I am alone, and I wait for the great white leech.
 
His ghostly, tall figure is outlined by the ink that is the sky.
His footsteps fall in fast smooth strides.
His long silver hair quickly curls in the wind, illuminated by our maternal moon.
I can see him, but he can't see me. However, he knows that I am watching.
On the most glorious of our hottest nights, he walks alone.
 
As by legend, he is driven by his lust for blood,
He kills to live and lives to kill.
Only the strongest of our wills will survive.
 
I look away from the great white leech and make a find,
A child, lost, alone from his bed, not far from nine years old
It is he who the vampire follows, a hunter should have known.
 
I jump into my fighting stance, to be able to best the beast
the bout would not be easy, but I would give my life.
Unfortunately, it would take more than that.
My knife was in his throat, his fangs were back in mine.
I become a helpless babe under his lighting grip.
My prayers to our blessed mother float to heaven up above
to beg for mercy on the life, I had built just to die.
 
Then the creature let me go and addressed me by my titled,
"Young hunter, protector of the night, I am not the one you seek.
I mean the boy no harm but follow him to meet what he pursues.
The daze he is in will soon be over, and the true villain will be found.”
 
I followed the child by the side of the stranger, not that I had much choice.
The hour that follows is sealed with silence.
 I sulk in my amateur’s defeat.
 His words were meant to soothe my soul before its dark demise.
My fears confirmed approaching the ominous tomb.
A cave, scattered with bones, littered with death, surely this was his lair.
My eerie companion grabbed me as I leaped, admittedly to run in fear.
 He had taken the child, held him crying, disturbed from his trance.
 And all I could do is sit and wait and marvel at what happened next.
 
Out of the cavern, a man as mortal as me emerges.
 At his lips the flute of Darth. An item both man and beast avoid,
as it calls one's darkest desire, amplified tenfold.
The music gives the player what they want,
And the destroys them from the inside out.
 
I can only shutter in disgust as I think of the young boy.
 Then the words I won’t forget, make it through my head,
“Do you wish to kill him or should I?”
 
I slay my first creature of evil this night,
 a man like me, fallen to his lusts the sorrow and the shame.
 It brings dishonor to my name, my race, my heart, and soul,
To realize the ones, I defend are as twisted as the ones I must defeat.

Life

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Non-existent

Non-existent
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newborn
toddler
child
teen
adult
elder
Dead
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Dead
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Dead
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Goodnight

​Today's sun flat-lined
faded childhood memories
say goodbye sweet dreams

Daily Dressing

​Sew a blanket of my pain

Knit a sweater of my tears
Weave a cloak of my sorrows
Crochet a bag of my hurt
and then I'll be okay