The Un-Dead

At the Borgo Pass I met a coach and horse, And the villagers warned me not to go, They were worried about a supernatural force, But I had business in Transylvania, though. The coach rumbled along the Carpathian mountain road, Through the lightning and pounding rain, We arrived at an old, darkened abode, And I thought this trip was all in "vein". But then opened the great castle door, And the Count bid me welcome to his house, He cast no shadow on the floor, Where scurried a bat and a mouse. In the mirror he cast no reflection, On our dinner he did not dine, And upon my curious inspection, He drank no water or wine. Then late that night I awoke with fright, As something hovered over my bed, Then I felt a quick, sharp bite, From a vampire who's eyes glowed red. Then cried the children of the night, As all at once, there shined a beam, I awoke to see a ray of sunlight, And realized it was all just a dream. (This poem was my tribute to "Dracula" by Bram Stoker)