| Written: OCT, 1998 |
Down the ancient path I trod,
While watching from the night,
Is the dark Prince Vlad.
Of all ye beasties and demons grim,
Thy reserved most horrible fright,
Is for that of wild Prince's whim.
Immortal Strength in him, the lord, abounds;
And choosing to embrace them tonight,
On their own blood they will drown.
Upon this Dark night, on which he sups:
His beautiful, hypnotic eyes alight,
For the blood of children fills his cups.
