Beware the kryptonite death ray! An eight-part limerick…
Kount Drak was a vampire from Krypton
Who loved the red blood that he sipped on
Of course, now and then
Blood dripped off his chin
So Drak licked whatever it dripped on
Although far more wolfy than sheepy
And fond of all things that were creepy
There’s one thing he feared
You might think it weird
But Drak was afraid to get sleepy
Whenever he thought of his coffin
His strong mental courage would soften
When Drak went to bed
He did so with dread
And shook in his sleep all too often
He dreamt of green kryptonite headstones
That towered above fleshy red bones
Removed from his cave
His corpse in the grave
His soul set adrift in the dead zones
“Away from the crypt tonight, I’ll play
At night there’s no kryptonite death ray
It strikes after dawn
So try not to yawn
Stay up and it won’t be my last day”
Before the sun lit up a blue sky
Drak fled to his crypt the way bats fly
“I’m so bloody tired
Some rest is required
But try not to get any shut-eye…”
Outside of the crypt it was daylight
The crypt, though, was darker than midnight
When Drak’s red eyes closed
They left him exposed
And that gave the death ray its invite
It skipped through a hyperspace portal
And just like the Grim Reaper’s chortle
It sounded like death
Before it stole breath
Kount Drak is no longer immortal
© 2020 David E. Miller
