Count Dracula
Count Dracula a haunting figure, through centuries alike
desending on Whitby,an eerly thought, also a shuddering fright
between my hometown Middlesbrough, and the seaside port
the 199 steps to the abbey dwells a frightening thought
Holidaying in Whitby, many times in our youth
the tails of the night stalker,petrifyingly uncoath
tucked up at night, a feeling of surreal
Dracula would hound the streets, lives for the steal
Preying on the vulnerable,gaining all their trust
attacking unexpectedly,for blood that is a must
his black cloak, gaunt profile,terrifying vitality
protruding teeth over over ruddy lips, so remarkably
The Transalvanian terroriser, 400 years ago
puncturing the necks of ladies,blood does slowly flow
evidently the Count,his resting place Whitby Abbey
1000`s do attend each year, a gothic ceremony.
1st in contest.
Paul beadnall for :
Sponsor Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P.S.
Contest Name "CREATURES" of the Night!
27/8/11
Sponsor Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P.S.
Contest Name "MAY MAGIC" (ALL 1ST PLACE WINS)
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