Vlad the Impaler
There was a man;
Whose lived by the mountains for ages.
He was; but to be seen,
Or heard.
He was; truly bizarre,
With no lads by his side,
He lived in the castle;
Of Romania of Britzsit.
When the wolves cried in horror;
When the mountains stood still;
There he was; looking at the moon,
While dine in the blood of daughter of Khalil.
Such sad, sad tragedy indeed,
Of when people in England came
To visit,
He'd waited anxiously;
For his dreams had fulfilled.
Blood-lusted,
Mind-infested,
Sane-filtered,
People-affrighted ,
Bodies-attracted,
Moon-lighted,
And self-powered.
Arose from the dead;
Came the fellow named Vlad,
Whose souls mined in Romania,
Then he alone be named Dracula.
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