Vlad the Impaler

There was a man; Whose lived by the mountains for ages. He was; but to be seen, Or heard. He was; truly bizarre, With no lads by his side, He lived in the castle; Of Romania of Britzsit. When the wolves cried in horror; When the mountains stood still; There he was; looking at the moon, While dine in the blood of daughter of Khalil. Such sad, sad tragedy indeed, Of when people in England came To visit, He'd waited anxiously; For his dreams had fulfilled. Blood-lusted, Mind-infested, Sane-filtered, People-affrighted , Bodies-attracted, Moon-lighted, And self-powered. Arose from the dead; Came the fellow named Vlad, Whose souls mined in Romania, Then he alone be named Dracula.