The Wolves Of Dracula Poem by Micah Krahn

Deep in the dark primeval forbidden forests of Transylvania where screams inhabit night and day, is a place where vampires feast on the living.

Through caverns and across canyons fortified inside the Citadel of Count Dracula secretly dwells a horde of wolves.

These barbaric rabid savage creatures prey on the night and feast on the screams which echo through this ancient woodland of dire evil.

Starvation has run rampant.

The scent of fresh blood fills the valley, as an exodus people franticly run through the woods.

The taste of fear is imminent in the eyes of the hunter.

Irate furies tear through the horde of waiting wolves, as hell is unleashed upon the helpless.

Blood splatters the leaves and the rocks as the wolves tear flesh from flesh and bone to bone.

Hunger becomes the dominant species.

As pure hatred and evil take over in a callous slaughter of the frantic innocent.

Pure evil dwells in the mountainous terrain of Transylvania, behind the protection of Count Dracula.