Draculas Daughter
Dracula’s Daughter was not as scary as she wanted to be.
Is it because I am female? She asked herself, but this seemed crazy.
Is it because I am young? She wondered. Maybe a bit of a guarantee.
No, her father said, you just are not as frightening as you can be.
Dracula’s Daughter pondered this situation, wondering what to do.
She practiced her art skills and came into her own at age twenty-two.
By then her father and mother were also terrified of Devilita Lou.
She had earned their respect and caused their hair to turn blue.
Eventually Dracula’s Daughter became enthralled in the dark arts.
She could make cyberborg replicas of creatures without hearts.
Her parents were frightened of her macabre knowledge and skill.
Afraid that one day she would also kill them for the thrill.
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