I see two eyes, red as blood,
Glowing like burning coals...
Trying to see through me,
Trying to peep into my soul !
I see the majestic castle.
I see all its eerie aspects.
I hear the howling of the wolves,
Beyond the Carpathian Mountains!
I know it's a dream, a fantasy!
But why do I feel it so strong?
An urge to see him, an urge to feel,
An urge to be in his arms...
I don't care what the world thinks
And I don't hesitate to confess
That I'm madly in love with him
My feelings can't be suppressed!!!
I know he can't exist, it's just a story,
And vampires can't be true.
But deep in my heart I believe
That he lived and still continues to do!!!
Ever since I've known him,
Through books or even songs
Something in me has changed!
Something has transformed!
The mist, the bat, the wolf, the hound.
I know all the forms he takes!
The folds of the blanket on a chilling night,
remind me of his embrace...
I feel his presence on a rainy evening,
Right next to the fireplace!
My eyes picture him standing there
In all his charismatic grace!
At times I'm afraid and start to shiver
As the realization dawns on me,
About his evil and his danger
And the stories of his villainy!
But then his charm overpowers me again!
Making me forget all doubts
The only thing which remains in thoughts
Is my love for the mysterious Count.......!!!
This is my first poem about him. I hope you all will like it !
Next time I'll post some questions which come in mind after reading Stoker's book. It's going to be interesting I promise! Till then, goodbye...
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