The rough armours of saints

Are capturing me

The knights are staring

And howling at me from tower bridges

When night befalls

I start nimb footed

To the usual cemeteries

To search for my remains

And lost wisdom

The yew trees covered

The whole area

And no space for intruders

Yet the saints and the knights

Were in a battle

In the lost land

For a sanctum

And to proclaim me as dead and vampired!!!!