Getting a Look At the Decanter

sticky warm sanguine blood reposing in Dracula’s crystal decanter his bride terrified to ask whose it is her parents have been missing for a week his black wolf howls his displeasure when she gets close to the table she scurries away, but not before seeing two black spiders he always promised to transmogrify them into creatures if they did not stop interfering she goes to bed that night with a sad heart