Best Transylvania Poems
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
Two Nuns travel through Europe by car
Guided by the heavens North Star
Transylvania they reach
Hymn singing they preach
Not realizing they have come so far
At a busy junction they now stop
The red light is about to colour swap
Then out of the night
A most scaring sight
Onto their bonnet Dracula did drop
Sister Francine to Sister Helen said
On with the wipers, off with his head
Darn, that never worked
On this darkly toothed berk
He's hanging on, foot down, of they sped
What shall I do, Sister Francine says
Sister Helen shouts, window wiper spray
At the Vatican I filled
It's heavenly chilled
This time he's sure to go away
The Holy Water now having been yield
Has the demons fate now been sealed
To rid of this dross
Please show him your cross
Get the **** off the windshield!
~*~ This piece has been turned into a Limerick from a joke doing the rounds ~*~
Coffin is where this creepy fellow sleeps
Other people’s blood he likes to drink
Unique teeth – shiny pointed fangs
Naked necks are his tasty midnight snack
Transylvania is his homeland, its soil gives him strength
Darkness is his only friend he works undercover of the night
Real name is Count Vladislaus Dracula
Always avoids eating garlic in his food
Cannot abide a sunny day
Unless he has a wooden stake through his heart he cannot die
Loves to shapeshift into a bat, wolf, dog or fog
Alucard is his name backwards beware he’s cunningly disguised
Jan Allison
29th March 2014
Written for contest ‘Be Bram Stoker for a day’
Sponsored by Darren Watson
~ Awarded 3rd place ~
The Red Cross tells me there is nothing to fear, and no harm.
However, they are sticking an awfully big needle into my arm.
This organization is happy to get a donor like me.
After all, I have the rarest type which is positive AB.
I have to lie on a table horizontally
as my crimson liquid goes into the bag rather slowly.
The nurse says I am done, and she extracts the needle carefully.
Holding my arm with gauze, I feel a little dizzy.
I get up from the table rather lethargically.
They offer me all I want of doughnuts and iced tea.
Here I am with the Red Cross in Pennsylvania.
How long will my blood take to reach the Count in Transylvania?
They had gathered at a spooky castle,
The moon was full and bright,
Located on the Scottish moor
The party started late at night.
The werewolf was there
With his hair done out with gell,
Lochy arrived in his scale-mobile,
His green outfit looked so swell.
Vampires from Transylvania
Sat in the corner drinking blood,
The Yetie and the Yowie
Were dancing with a thud.
The Tasmanian Devil was screaming
As he did a loop-de-loop,
His dancing really out of hand
As he landed in Sasquatch's soup.
The monster music suddenly stopped,
Everyone stood and looked in awe,
You see it was the party host,
The Headless Ghost from County Core.
"Do not stop for me my friends,
Fun you're having I can see,
But if you spot a head that looks quite dead
Kindly return it here to me."
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)
One of my Trolls got a toothache, and I suddenly began to realize, so wise…
No one had had a checkup, since they had come to be with us, poor guys!
Now this proposed a question…Where to go, to a Doctor, Dentist, or a Vet?
Yes, for Dragon, definitely a vet! But who’d be crazy enough, to be so beset?
For the Trolls, that didn’t seem quite right, so we continued to look, farther yet.
But even Grandpa Troll, who is so old and wise, didn’t know, whom we should get.
We looked on the worldwide web, where a Doctor said; we could come, right away!
His name was Dr. Frankenstein, ‘Sorry, we can’t make it, exactly, now, ah… today!’
Transylvania is too far to go, we said, as we slowly, and quietly slipped, off line!
We finally went to our neighbor witch, yes, again! Just to see, whom she’d assign.
She said it’d have to be from the magic folk, we were going about this, all wrong.
She found an earth mother witch, dealing in fairy folk and such, where we belong.
Yes, she was a well-known Doctor, but also a powerful practicing witch.
Apparently, she had found her niche, and we had found our Doctor witch!
So we called her up right away, and she promised to see us all, at once.
I said they were my dependants, you see, but money was not, in abundance.
She just waved her hand gently, and my insurance suddenly had, a paying clause.
She used bunnies to keep the Trolls, happy and rather mesmerized, for the cause.
And Dragon got a rolling chair, to keep him busy sliding, across the floor, zoom!
With each check up, came the same routine, as they came into the exam room.
As they looked around, she froze them with her wand, no muss, no fuss, for sure!
None of them remembered a single thing, as she had such, a gentle Touch, I assure!
The tooth was fixed with the snap of her fingers, this was truly amazing stuff…
She said we were doing great, for a brood like this, can be full of, painful mischief.
In fact, I was the first, human she’d known, who could deal with a young Dragon.
And still be alive to tell… I told her it was technology, a fire retardant suit, and fun.
That made her laugh hysterically, as she then smiled, and she patted me on the back.
It made me begin to wonder… Is there some thing I don’t know about… yet?
She asks "May I dance with you, sweet Dracula
I really enjoy your Transylvania Twist
Perhaps later on a sexy slow dance
I'll happily expose neck and wrist
I love that red cape flows with ease
While others stare with jealous eyes
The undead boogie is such a treat
It makes me feel weak in my thighs
Your eyes are very hypnotic
I have not one thought for another
Yes my blood has begun to turn cold
Still you make this heart feel a flutter
When the evening is done don't fly away
I'll gladly accompany you to your crypt
Just one more time around the dance floor
Wait! Is that my blood I see on your lip?"
For the May I Dance With You Halloween Contest sponsored by Galen DS.
Note: "Transylvania Twist" is from the song Monster Mash.
Whitby is a great little town
Nearby Scarborough is too noisy by far
Here at Whitby. you can sit around
On the beach dreaming of castles afar
To Transylvania, to the castle of Bran
Where. I saw a vision of Vlad
Known as the Impaler what a bad lad
Leaving his victims impaled so sad
I suddenly saw the look in his eyes
I scurried away I was shaking inside
Round and round the castles did run
Didn't want my body left hanging I cried
His shoes were muffled by the felt coverings we wore
This Is the tradition when visiting here
Felt his hot breadth on my neck
Nearly stiff with fright never known such fear
Through memories mist his hand appears
Grabbing my jacket he hastened to say
This is nice how much did you pay
When I told him in a low voice, Oww Much.*
were the words that came my way
The spell was broken I could see
Vlad the Impaler was smiling at me
Did I frighten you your face was a scream
Felt like impaling him for all to see
Eyes opened I was back at Whitby sands
Was just a small dream inspired by a plaque
Left to commemorate me a citizen called Bram
Showing the place where I wrote. Dracula.
*oww much a typical Yorkshire expression of surprise at the high cost.
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Transylvania
That’s where Count Dracula is.
He comes out at night.
He will cause some fright
when he makes his rounds at night.
Not like a watchman.
At the town blood bank,
he never makes deposits.
Withdrawals are made.
My Mother started taking pills
Believing it would cure all her ills
But instead of harmony, she became a pharmacy
My world turned upside side down, no more normalcy
She became someone who I didn't know
This isn't the person who helped me grow
She claimed schizophrenia, all I saw was mania
With all her monsters, our home became Transylvania
I'd lock my bedroom door at night
Fall asleep full of fright
Thinking she just might, kill me in her plight
I talked to her doctor, was told to go away
The police were no help, man this cray
Unless she actually caused harm, they would not raise the alarm
But for me and my brothers our home was a farm
Tried to get her committed, but was met with resistance
No matter how loud I voiced my persistence
She'd disappear in the night, wondering what went wrong
How many times do we have to scream out the same old song
MOM, WHERE ARE YOU? I think she's lost in the forest
Where's the woman who was always there for us
All these years later, all the tears they have dried
Though she's alive, I live as if it was the day Mother died.
VLAD THE IMPALER
Aren’t you “Vlad” to see me?
He bares his Transylvania teeth.
“Impaler” and of the “Order of the Dragon”
That devil, Dracula’s out for blood.
6/16/2017
Somewhere in Transylvania a pale-faced man
named count Dracula spread much terror in his land;
from his massive castle towering the towns below,
he sought fresh blood from throbbing veins
and they were of the youngest, pritties virgins
he abducted in the midnight moon's shimmering glow!
The horrified villagers left their lamps on and flashed wooden crosses
to keep him away from their doors as he lurked in every narrow street;
innocent girls heard about him and didn't seem terrified of his teeth...
and they couldn't wait for them to sink in their necks velvety as roses!
O Dracula, those victims dangling from the ceiling of that dark dungeon
moaned from starvation and seemed much colder that a silver rod;
and while they were dying, you still sucked the last drop of their blood!
O Dracula, men with pointy sticks hid in your castle and waited for dawn!
How could you lay in your coffin and sleep knowing you were going to die
on any morning at the hands of angry men to wanted to avenge every cruel deed?
A stick made as sharp as a blade was the perfect tool to kill a vampire,
and as you lay asleep, they stabbed you into the heart letting blood gush as a stream!
Somewhere in Transylvania in a castle so shunned and cursed by any traveler,
Dracula's restless spirit roams through hunted hall of shimmering light,
and powerless as he is, he still searches for souls subdued by fright...
but as a convict with a life sentence, he is condemned to wander and despair!
There's a party going on upstairs,
your invited, to come and have a scare.
H.G. Wells, will meet you at the gate,
costumes required, hurry don't be late.
Vincent Price will be tonights D.J.
Halloween is his favorite Holiday.
He's spinning "Thriller", while dressed up as "Kiss".
Watching Claude Rains do the "Transylvania Twist".
Steve McQueen came dressed up as the "Blob",
he's serving up the zombie shish-ka-bobs.
Elsa Lanchester placed real bats within her hair.
While Marty Feldom keeps yelling "Frau Blucher".
At the stroke of the witching hour,
St. Peter amps up all the power.
A disco ball drops down from a cloud.
Out on the dance floor, forms a massive crowd.
Michael Jackson then leads them all in dance,
while Lon Chaney and Karloff take their chance,
to join the angels in harmony,
While "Monster Mash" is sang by Lugosi.
Even the Devil made it through the door.
He's the one sporting an Elvis pompadour.
So much fun is had by one and all,
at Heavens Annual Halloween Ball
For Heaven Hustle
By: Tony Brooks
I once dated a fella named Bella,
whom I met at a party in a cellar,
I told him I was born in Pennsylvania,
he said he came from somewhere in Transylvania…
Said he worked at the blood bank during the day,
and we started to see each other the very next day,
seeing him only at night,
he would give me a fright,
when he'd suddenly appear out of no-where…
Each and every night he'd come to my home,
where we'd sit down
and watch a Batman marathon...
then I'd serve him his usual Bloody Mary,
and he would turn and just hypnotically
keep staring at me...
Before I knew it,
I'd wake up and it'd be morn,
and he had already been gone,
feeling the usual pain in my neck,
which would be teeth marked and black and blue...
he was most definitely a hickey man through and through!
Before long I got used to our routine,
but then he suddenly turned kind of mean,
and my neck wasn't just black and blue,
but bleeding the color red…
Needless to say we eventually broke up,
and I moved to get away from that thug,
taking up residence in a far away city,
I didn't want to see him again or give him any pity!
Feeling so sick and so tired of the night time routine,
I felt used, like he just sucked the life out of me!
Then I heard rumors he was dating someone named Elvira,
who must be someone he truly admired,
because then they eventually married,
and have a night time business,
performing free embalming...
Eventually I met someone named Frank,
who was aimlessly wandering around a park,
found out he had an odd job of buying
and selling body parts,
all at a downtown pawn shop...
He was also the very tall and quiet type,
and he would very rarely ever gripe...
unless he got too close to an open flame,
then he'd literally go insane…
To make a long story short,
although our relationship was pretty thrilling,
poor Frank ended up in an institution,
where he was neither seen
or heard of again,
all on the account of
some backyard barbecue grilling.