His minions swirled
Around the castle, dark
Blackened shingles
Stand cold and stark
Still, this prince
Will leave his mark
On the one so unsuspecting

He’ll woo her
In his charming way
Hoping here,
Is where she’ll stay
By black of night,
But never day
This wasn’t what she was expecting

He pondered why
This happened so often
Perhaps, his approach
Needed to soften
Or maybe he needed
A brand new coffin
To keep his lady quite happy and accepting

Quickly, she found out
His secret and fled
The one thing most vampires
Certainly dread
Damn coffin
Was never a proper bed
More often than not, leads to rejecting

He lost every time
He tried, tis true
Perhaps twas a chance
To take off, with his crew
Adventure was the one thing
He loved to do
He needed space, to do some reflecting

 

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