“I, Dracula” is a narrative poem detailing the life of Vlad Tepes and his transformation into The Lord of Shadow. Vlad’s bitter rivalry with Sultan Mehmed, his resurrection by the Solomonari, and the final battle with Van Helsing are written in rhymed verse. Over 200 lines in length – I, Dracula is an epic account guaranteed to please vampire fans.
Writing poetry is a favorite pursuit of mine. It’s an amazing method for telling stories in a condensed manner. I especially enjoy working with dark or supernatural themes. My poems are typically narrative in nature. Being honest, my brain isn’t wired for writing abstract themes. And that works just fine for me.
Armored men scream their battle cry
Heard by victors and those doomed to die
The iron clad warriors struggle and strain
Driven to see their enemies slain
There’s no going quietly into the night.
No surrendering to inevitabilities of time
Or taking shelter in memory and old age.
Not when there’s still something to prove.
Why do you still believe you wander alone
Can you not feel my presence in this place
Hear my footsteps on this path I retrace
Through the course of your flesh and bone
November came with another election.
We hoped for change that never arrived.
Promised prosperity and progress were
Causalities in this ideological warfare...
Who are you
Do I know you from somewhere
Eyes boring into the mirror
Fail to recognize who is there...
I am a monster. It’s been a life’s work.
A result of your tireless, irrational cruelty.
Your wretched creation, tormented by
The life I once knew. A life forever lost to me...
Take this. I have no use for it.
More burden than ever a blessing,
You exploit its weakness
Using it to control me through pain....