Besa Dede


Count Dracula


Hurtfully your claws tear into flesh.
Horridly they exhale pain and blood.
You mercilessly cast your hypnotizing looks
And grin with a ghastly gruesome smile.

You steal the silver from moonlight's rays,
And cast it cautiously upon your hair.
You use the black-night as your secret veil.
Now you are present, and then you're thin air.

No scary shadows frighten your stature
Among them you wretchedly reign.
The world itself shivers of your gloomy phantom.
For you are the living terror per se!

Bloody veins slither your face,
Poison and venom are filled, hither.
You bite with your teeth wherever you can.
Because your greed has never an end!

Crows and ravens,  and famishing wolves,
Are your only friends remained.
Death didn't want you, therefore back it brought you,
So that who's alive, to suffer like hell...

Submitted: Tuesday, April 03, 2012
Edited: Tuesday, April 03, 2012

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