Whitby By Night

The moon reflected on the sea, A night more beautiful than day. I wheezed and struggled up the steps And looked out over Whitby Bay. I saw the harbour far below, And heard the splashing of the waves, I turned around to see the church, The ruined abbey and the graves. I thought of Dracula, the Count, Imagined him and Lucy there, And then I saw a hulking shape - But, oh, the menace in that glare. He showed his fangs and hissed at me; My feet were rooted to the spot. I cried for help and waved my arms At people on a distant yacht. He lunged and bit into my neck; I tried to fight but felt so weak. And that is how I came to die - And you’re the prey I need to seek… for Darren's Bram Stoker contest