Snarling snare snooping through hoop.
Hounds hunting in caves only light could see.
Fluttering through wind, catching their preys unawares.
Playing every part the villain.
Prying into every mind the hero.
This is the story of Dracula that never have been told.
Tearing through flesh only beasts could do.
Hissing through fangs only vipers could make.
Screeching beneath rocks.
Hanging heads down only bats could do.
An incarnate of dread.
Right from the pit of the underworld.
This is the story of Dracula that never have been told.
Like the serpents;
Long have they thread the earth.
Like the bats;
Long have they hung in caves.
Their insatiable thirst only could be quenched by flowing revulet of human blood.
Their presence devouring time.
Leaving daymare synonymous with nightmare.
This is the story of Dracula that never have been told.
These beings have no care for democracy.
They draw strength from the terror they inflict.
They suck in fervor until life is drained and gently snuffed out.
Never giving any chance for the prey to turn.
Their circuit is only of true blood.
Membership of hybrid is but a taboo.
This is the story of Dracula that never have been told.
They have become of high class.
Treatment of them should be that of first class.
Else they devour again and yet again.
Untold hardship they have caused.
Sitting atop food chain, cutting line of food supply.
They have become immortal.
Drawing life each time they feed on innocent blood.
This is the story of Dracula that never have been told.
They were insignificant;
Yet they Adapted.
Forging their way to significance.
They were not of noble blood;
Yet they bought their way to mornachy.
Stepping on democracy.
Raising a kingdom that would be ruled forever by their lineage.
This is the story of Dracula that have just been told!
