Occasionally, I have been known to write some poetry. Of course, it is not just
any kind of poetry, but dark, twisted, horror related type of poetry.   
I have placed some of what I consider my better attempts below. If you think you
can rival my mind for sheer dementedness and can write your own horror inspired
poetry, then send it to me. If I agree, I will place it below for the rest of 
my visitors to behold in awe. Remember though, it must be related to the horror
genre in some way. Any "gothic suicidal type of mush" will not be considered.
There sites catering for this all over the internet. Here I want something 
different from the norm. Something to worry any psychologists reading this out 
there. After all, we're constantly reminded how horror films corrupt out our minds,
so lets prove them right. 

A Countess for Dracula.

You believe yourself to be innocent.
Yet I say you are just naive.
You say you wish to know me.
You believe you can love me?
But for this very reason you shall fail.
Less I decree otherwise.
You cannot hope to comprehend the powers I posses.
Your innocence disallows you to see the things I have witnessed with my
own two eyes.
To feel what I have felt or shall continue to feel.
Your innocence does not allow you to sample the pleasures of the divine 
flesh, your feeble mortality will not allow it.
The powers I command allow me to bestow pain that is beyond the realm of 
this pitiful mortal world.
But bestow it upon you I shall.
For it is you that I have chosen to be my Countess.
My partner in darkness.
So as you cry with the agony of being reborn.
I shall sample the tears of your pain that will fall from your eyes.
Taste the sting of their sweet suffering upon my tongue.
The pain I shall bestow upon you shall be beyond all mortal recognition.
Measurable only to the euphoria that you shall feel from the experience 
of being reborn of darkness.
You shall howl with an animalistic desire.
From a time long since forgotten.
A forbidden pleasure that man has long since lost in the mists of time.
Neither does he have any longer the ability to endure.
Yet endure it you will.
For peace you shall not feel unless I allow it.
Now your rebirth is over.
We are one and the same.
Vampyre.
Now you crave me.
You hope that I shall not perish.
For you know that they come for me.
Those that wish to save this worthless world.
However cry not for me my Countess.
For I am Dracula!
I am eternal!
My eyes have seen the events of a time yet to happen.
After they have crushed and burnt my body.
When they turn their foul intentions towards you.
Remember this.
They cannot destroy our souls.
They cannot destroy our satanic bond
From the ashes I shall rise. 
Like an unholy phoenix of darkness.
Rising from the flames of my wholly exaggerated demise.
I shall destroy all.
All who dared to even dare utter the name of Countess Dracula.
I shall crush them underfoot like the insects they are.
Then we shall usher in a new age of darkness.
Cloaking the land in a black curtain.
Together we shall watch their towns and cities crumble and fall.
None shall escape our wrath.
We shall travel through the astral planes together.
As Master and Mistress of the blackest of forbidden arts.
We shall hunt down like animals, those who sought to cause us harm.
Believing themselves to be safe.
Believing us both dead.
As they lay their heads upon their pillows.
With their foolish dreams of peace and safety.
Know this my Countess.
They will never live to know how wrong they were.
For no realm shall be locked from us.
Though they will not see us, we shall be there.
Watching from afar.
Watching and waiting untill the moment to strike is right.
As they travel in their worlds of fantasy and dreams.
Fear not my Dark Lady.
Those that did seek to cause you harm will not go unpunished.
I shall be your instrument of destruction.
Your tool of death
Your weopan of doom.
I shall be your fury and vengeance.
Their demise shall not be swift.
It will be without mercy.
Those who hear of our deeds shall always remember.
Remember and fear the name of Dracula.
By many shapes and forms we shall known.
For them we shall be known as only one.
To them, in their dreams, we shall be known as NIGHTMARE!

Composed by Dracula.

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