Part XIV

(More of a dialogue based poem today)

XIV

‘An Army?’ I stuttered ‘What the hell is going on?’

‘War’ Michelle turned away looking into the sunset
as almost she was afraid to look at me
‘You’ve going to recruit a Army’

‘’Where from? And what sort of Army’

‘An Army of Monsters or Zombies you may describe them as. 
That’s the only thing they’ve scared off’

‘Them?’

‘Vampires, they’re the only chance we all have’ 
her answer laid there like a open secret in a tiny box
or a mystery film minus a mystery.