Vlad
A dark, cold man upon a hill,
Surveys his world below.
Watching as one by one men are cut down,
Each death painfully slow.
This man stands calmly watching all,
A cruel glint in his eye.
Tonight his dreams will be of blood,
Their screams his lullaby.
He calls for spikes to be brought to him,
With no mercy in his heart.
Here he impales both friend and foe,
His pleasure tearing men apart.
Surveys his world below.
Watching as one by one men are cut down,
Each death painfully slow.
This man stands calmly watching all,
A cruel glint in his eye.
Tonight his dreams will be of blood,
Their screams his lullaby.
He calls for spikes to be brought to him,
With no mercy in his heart.
Here he impales both friend and foe,
His pleasure tearing men apart.
Human souls are toys to him,
Their deaths are just a game.
He listens to their pleas for mercy,
But destroys them just the same.
He kills in the name of the dragon,
For the sake of his own name -
And Drakulya still lives on past death,
Still a villain we can't tame.
Vlad Tepes is feared still in this world,
For the cruelty in his eyes -
His heart of stone is now a legend,
For true blood-lust never dies.
Copyright © Catriona Elizabeth Mowat 2009
For the cruelty in his eyes -
His heart of stone is now a legend,
For true blood-lust never dies.
Copyright © Catriona Elizabeth Mowat 2009
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