My Little Drac' Poem by Tinnie Moe

You heard me well,
Abandoned screaming
at the Golden Wishing Well

And dreaming you
while I fell
a death
and in a second in a glimpse
there at the Hill's peak
you flew over
just giving a shriek

You excisted!
You were true!

And in all my despair
you hurdlish flew

Must've been your struggle for life,
cause no nightmare creature ever defies
the warmth of daily sunrays
without the promise of love and true lies
and you just flew

Hurdlish flew
Like you knew

To guard me
to love me
from and for
My tarnished emotions of a lost lore


So now I thank the Lord above
who made me awesomely raged and madly in love

And I'm not made of cherubin roses
though they once bloomed at my bed
And I'm not solely made of thorns either
though the fewest I had

With you flying over
Don't forget to bite me
For you are the one
the only true mighty

One single bat

who saved me from rain
to show love again

And it poured

And it poured

But so only
on the tree's branche it once sat.