Dracula Daughter
Dracula’s daughter was diabolical, and deliberately daring and mean.
We only saw a glimpse of her glittery green garment on Halloween.
How do you know she is who you think she is? Asked a curious ghost.
Because she is living in Dracula’s house, and he loves her the most.
Does he not have a wife? Does he not also love his paramour too?
I am not sure, but his eyes are intense, round in the most azure blue.
The ghost stared at me, wondering if I was making up stories again.
Of course, I was, for it is the trait of me and all my kin.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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