The bite of remorse

 The con climbed over the wall

He scaled the razors and barbs

And miraculously those little sabours

Left his flesh unharmed

The he ran with the spirit of a rabbit

Darting the spot lighted eye

The search the perimeter horizon

He was determined that he would not die

Next after swimming the short moat 

He found himself in the cemetry

At least when they measured his pulse

They'd note no unusual telemetry

So not to be down beat, he let his heart and feet

Rest a while

And the hint of a smile

Began to creep across his face

This graveyard was a god send, the peace and quiet

Ensured he'd be undisturbed for at least another few hours

Except then he remember, tomorrow was the Day of the dead 

There would be women bearing flowers

And men bowing their heads

At least for now he could rest in peace

Or at least that's what the tombstones said

He was overcome by tiredness and drifted into sleep

The veil of the other world opened up

And in his dreams he could peep

He saw the ghosts of his loved ones

Uncles aunts and cousins

And then he noticed something stirring in the bushes

But he was paralysed by sleep's soft bosoms

Suddenly a twig snapped

And he was jolted awake

Wide-eyed and blinking

He surveyed his surroundings

and it was all he could do to stop thinking:

Someone is watching me!

..Or something...

Nothing moved, and the night was still

But then a scurry a movement quick as a flash behind a grave stone

And then again it popped out two furry ears

And his nerves were allayed

Just a rabbit he softly spoke

And all tension left him as he got the joke

The lucky rabbit's foot, he remembered in his pocket

And rubbed it for good luck

Somebody up there must still love me

But as he looked up searching the night sky

Through the branches of the lime tree

He seemed to see two green jewels starring back at him

Unlike any stars he'd witnessed before

Then the realization dawned

Oh God a figure in the branches above

But it was too late

It, whatever 'it' was

Had swooped down upon him

And its superhuman strength had wrestled Joseph to the ground

It seemed a swirl

It was over in a flash

The creature had sunk its long fangs

Into his neck and was drinking his blood

Joseph began to feel weak

As his strength was leaving him

But it was beyond him to speak