Category: writing
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I, Dracula: Part Three
By Jason Zapata There are some divisions no force can reconcile My presence is a blasphemy the faithful resists To keep humanity ignorant such evil exists I dwelled in the Carpathian Mountains in self exile Power and wealth I began to gradually compile Plotting a conquest even God could not dismiss Fulfilling my role as…
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"A New Path"
By Jason Zapata I will not allow this history to play out again My cyclical existence maintains but one purpose To force this restless spirit into conflict once more Fighting futile struggles with inevitable conclusions No longer will I participate in a self-perpetuating purgatory Haunted with the specters of unrequited love and defeat Accepting this…
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‘Stiltskin Inc.
By Jason Zapata Perhaps I should have insisted on seeing an offer letter But during the interview process no one really suspects Their boss of being a gnome with a napoleon complex Tragically, the working conditions proved to be no better
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The Rain
By Jason Zapata It’s raining again in this world I carry A sky of troubled clouds drift ominously Over a turbulent sea whose waves crash Against the windswept shore I stand on The dull rumble of distant thunder sounds Reverberating throughout its somber depths
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A Girl Named Salem
By Jason Zapata What did I do to become so feared and maligned A guiltless woman puritanical men apprehended Was I really so threatening to Christendom’s kind
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I, Dracula: Part Two
By Jason Zapata I ruthlessly sought to end Wallachia’s state of unrest By enslaving the Boyars who could not escape guilt Traitors who labored until Poenari’s walls were rebuilt Because they dared to aid the Ottomans in their conquest Those slaves who survived were impaled on my behest On the shores of the Raul Roameni…
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I, Dracula: Part One
By: Jason Zapata By the Order of The Dragon I was knighted To defend Wallachia and faithfully support His holiness Pope Pius II’s crusade to thwart The Turks who left Constantinople blighted Crescent moons marked that land as benighted Many prayed for the fall of the Ottoman Court I never possessed a tongue for such…
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My Redeemer
By: Jason Zapata What Hell I have dragged her through. This devoted conscience bound in flesh. Rescuing me from fires of fault and flaw, The flames of my failures sear her. Irrationally she remains by my side still. Faithful in her belief I will someday honor All the promises I have yet to fulfill. I…