Past the very stroke of midnight 

It commences—their moment of mirth

Transylvanian legend named Saint George's Night

When undead things crawl on this earth.

Blood-seeking vampires, zombies & ghouls—

Do not deign to enter their path.

Their teeth will sink into wandering animals, human fools

Fallen, suckled, devoured from their wrath.

Beware also the blaze of the weird blue fire

Scorching nothing—ancient evil holds sway

Timberwolves howl in the nocturnal mire

Until ascension of bright sun the next day.

Inspired by a small section in Dracula by Bram Stoker.