The Treasury Poem by Justin Gildow

In the treasury
Dracula has no problem showing me how
rich he is
As gold and gold coins lay strewn and splattered
everywhere
Treasure chests are overfilled
As the tops of the chests won't be and can't be shut
or closed
Even the tapestries are glittering

The air is thick with ghosts
And I'm doing my best
Trying not to breathe them in

Skeletons have no problem fitting in around here
As they're stained gold
With help from Dracula's magic

Moving along
The floor is absolutely shot
When I step in some places
A hole forms in the floor
But I do my best to get past

Crossing a bridge full of gold pots is
even more precarious
Jumping and running
The pots fall apart from the weight of me

In the next area
Powerful wind traps me for a few seconds
here and there
How it's possible
I have no idea
It must be the magic of Dracula

Besides gold
It seems that other forms and parts of jewelry
are well seen as well
In the treasury

Climbing up steps
Battling enemies
And taking all the bags of gold I can
The treasury is something else entirely
A wonder to behold
At least for me