11/17/2025 for Count Strahd von Zarovich Poetry Contest sponsored by Robert James Liguori
Why do you look at me so odd? I am your own devoted Count Strahd, and you, my alluring love, are Tatyana, sent from above. Come close! Give me a little peck. Oh my, but what a lovely neck. Just lend me a trickle (not a flood) of your warm, enticing blood. Your alabaster skin so fair and your winding blood-red hair, engorge my heart and make it thump, as yours, does, crimson fluid, pump. One day, by death's morbid greed, you will carry my deathly seed. We'll raise our children very well, as they grow in Ravenloft's hell.
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