Vengeance (edited)

I look forward into the night.
I see something far out of sight.
It's moving wildly to and fro.
Not much farther than a stone's throw.
It's coming closer at a rapid rate.
Imparting a sense of a dreadful fate.
The dark is growing thicker,
Pulsing with a life of its own.
Then I see the lightning flicker,
Lighting up, in dreadful tone.
An ugly beast,
With wings like a demon.
He comes closer still,
His fangs gleaming for the kill.
His intentions quite obvious,
I glance around quickly.
There on the ground,
Silver, with night around.
A sword so bright, that he did not see.
I grabbed it up, it took eternity.
I waited and waited,
For him to arrive.
He pulled up abruptly,
Trying to stop his dive.
He screamed with rage,
And raked at my face.
The sword bit deep,
With the luck of an ace.
Then I saw it happen,
Slowly unfolding.
Sword shattering,
Under the impact,
And a splinter of silver,
Just one silly little sliver,
Pierced deep in my body.
And with my last breath,
I watched him die.
Then all went dark,
And I was at peace.
I had avenged my family,
On the devil that had shown them the end.
Dracula.