Dracula
A vampires kiss, a sudden rise of
delight. For unknown reasons you
feel no fright.
Captivated by his stare, his true
evil masked you're unaware.
Enticed by his wicked attraction,
he introduces himself as Count
Dracula.
His allurement draws you towards
his blood thirsty lust. Seemingly
charming yet keep your distance,
do not trust.
The wooden stake behind your back,
drive it through his heart. It's a must
turning him back to dust.
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