Seeing
And realizing
That all around
His own built Fort
Storm upon storm
Green mouthed
Red
In thunder and
In lightning
Was swiftly
Gathering
In the relatively
Safe
Haunts of the night
He left
His castle
Drunk the spell
Became a ghost and
Shroud
A type he willed:
himself
Another Dracula
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