After making my way out of Dracula's underground
You wait for me in a room with sunlight dimming
through a few of the windows in here
Fans are slowly turning as well
Dressed elegantly in a black dress with red trim
A hat with jewels and a feather
Lovely earrings
Fingernails painted blood red
And carrying a large scepter in your hands
You look beautiful but somehow you seem to make
my skin crawl
I can tell there's something dark about you
Something evil
Something sinister
You make me uneasy
You introduce yourself to me as Actrise
And you tell me you're a witch
You also tell me that you're loyal to Dracula
And that you serve him as well
Which makes my mouth go dry
And my skin go chalk white
You tell me you're surprised that I made it
this far
And that I have a strong spirit
But you tell me that I won't survive in this evil
castle
You ask me to quit my journey
And join the side of darkness and evil
But I quickly refuse
You tell me that you'll give me time
Time to consider my choices of whether
or not I stay on the side of good
Or go to the side of evil with you and Dracula
You tell me that you'll be waiting for me
Awaiting our next encounter
And with those last words
You fade away and disappear
Staring around and finally collecting my thoughts
of what has just transpired
I can tell that there's a sense of dread within me
But also an intense fire
And an intense will to succeed
Needless to say
I look forward to our next encounter, Actrise
But it won't be of what you think
Or what you would've hoped
That much I can assure you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
scary and erie, the image of Actrise stays in my mind after reading this haunting poem that comes with an attitude. terrific writing, I look forward to reading your short stories one day. 10+