Dracula Sonnet

by Ex Libris Regina
nosferatu
DRACULA 

Peasants fear the mention of his name.
Grown men tremble at the setting sun.
O’er the Carpathian mountain range
Among the forest where wild wolves run.

An elegant Count who charms everyone
Whose soul’s as foul Whose soul’s as 
foul as dirt where he lays,
Garlic and mirrored reflections he shuns,
Symbols of Christ, the sun’s golden rays.
For centuries past he’s spent his dark days
Inside a casket, a hideous tomb.  
Pitiful lady, in blood she will pay.
There at the window! Now inside her room!
The Beast is within. He comes to her bed.
Behold the Dragon! ‘Tis he, the Undead!

by R. Saint Claire

Read more at exlibrisregina.com

Advertisements

4 Comments to “Dracula Sonnet”

  1. Welcome to poets corner Gina. just a few things, try not to forget your name and the “read more”

If you enjoyed the poem. please leave a comment.

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: