Dracula

Fog blankets the

Barren lands of

Valachia

Cold winds tear

Through the night

His shadowed form

Flies over the

Bare lands

He hunts

For his nighttime

Victims

He searches

For the purest

Of

Blood

The pulsating mound

Of flech

Trapped within

The ribcage of

His victims

Through the night

Count Dracula rides

 

Reviews

[Sean M. Addams]

i like the darkness of this piece and the detail and imagery was great too... overall a bloody chilling piece..nice work!!!

[Arthur Crow]

Chillingly beautiful in blood lust... I felt his presence graze past my skin as I read this. Well scribed in eternal darkness..

[Ice Queen of the Vampir..]

Ooh, I totally love it. Great job!!!

Heather

[That Weirdo You Just Mi..]

Oooh Dracula. I vant to suck your blood. Kj kj kj kj.