lured by bloodcurdling tales
we made full trips out of Transylvania’s castles
and lovely medieval Saxon towns
like Sighiş oara,
where the ‘real Dracula’
(Vlad Ţ epeş ;)
first grew his teeth.
the suspense
made me forget
what Liza did.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem