bats Dracula


My flower-tomb lies by the castle

Where Mr. Vlad is sleeping tight.
The son of hell will feast tonight. 

He'll sip my blood and twist my muscle. 

He hides his soul inside the woods
Beside the graves, his moonlit eyes
Reflect the Monster in disguise,
He'll cut my veins and feed his wolves.

  I'm still alive to write this note,
  Some bats are flying really close
  Count Dracula will stick a rose
  To stop the dripping from my throat…

© Art