This poem is about Dracula, the Prince of Darkness.

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His coffin is well-hidden in the darkened catacombs.

Far away from people in a place where no one roams.

Protected from the prying eyes of those who might suspect.

That each night after sunset, the Dark Prince resurrects.

Throughout all of the centuries all alone he has survived.

Bringing death and sorrow everytime he is revived.

For when the sun goes down at night the Prince of Darkness wakes.

Thirsty for the blood of life, inside his body aches.

He stalks the darkened streets at night in search of needed prey.

He feeds his hunger with their blood before the break of day.

He lives a life of solitude in darkness every night.

Forever doomed to wander and never see the light.

And then after a week or two he’ll move to other ground.

As soon as some begin to question if he is around.

He’ll find another town where he can satisfy his thirst.

Because the Prince of Darkness will eternally be cursed.

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