The Vampire

For I am death, the personification of pure evil, The grand godfather, of legions of unnumbered generations. Behold thy disciples, baptized beneath my crimson waters, Of blood. Then reanimated as the living undead, in mine own image, These are my forsaken children of the Night. Kissed by the angel of death, I'm resurrections insurrection, Spawned in hell a creature devoid of heart or soul, yet do I Exist, biting at the exposed throat of humanity, leaving it Drained completely dry. Does not the white lily turn ember red, within this the Valley of damnation. My throne is a black coffin gilded in golden refinement, Residing beneath the wooden lid, the beast sleeps, Waiting to be embraced by the darkness of night. Slowly, emerging from mine cryptic mausoleum, I'm famished for the taste of the living essence Of mankind. A gentlemen reaper of the fallen, deeply do these Fangs penetrate into the soft flesh of humanity, Tis a dark blessing's supernatural gift, have I been So given, to take life then to restore it. Raw beasts of instinct, clinging to the ethereal Moon, that hangs above illuminating this, Our unholy abyss. Welcome to a shadow nation of the unseen, Whose roots extend backwards, to an older country’s Unconsecrated soil, called Transylvania. On mine legacies crest, a red dragon with talons Extended reaches out, grappling for powers control. For I am Dracula, born of royal blood in life, But in death I am a king, let these castle walls Bleed on forever, and the hounds of hell, Sing outside my rod iron gates. But beware mortal flesh if you so enter, For I will enjoy every trespasser, Whom dares to venture within my Sacred territory, with a fiendish smile Upon my hungering face. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN