What Do They See? Another Ode to Dracula

by Linwe Ringeril

This is another poem devoted to my love, Dracula. It's about how he hates being viewed as a monster, but he can do nothing about it, for he must kill to live, but if he kills he is hated.

Disclaimer: I do not own Dracula or Van Helsing(though I never even mention Van Helsing in any of my stories, it seems). -Linwe

This is a poem I wrote about how Dracula feels about everyone fearing him, and how he's really not the monster everyone thinks he is. It is like my ode to my beloved Dracula, a completely disorderly free verse that came to me when I was supposed to be paying attention in math class. Enjoy!

What Do they See?

What do they see underneath these fangs,

Or these hypnotic eyes, or my icy cold hands?

They see me as an empty shell

With an empty, rotten core.

They see me as a monster, a heartless creature,

Nothing more.

Only as a leech who gorges when blood spills,

Only as a hole without a soul or heart to fill,

Who exists only in night, to prey on fright

Of the victims I must kill.

Yet, I wish to be no monster, but how will see?

I wish only for life, not strife, or hate of me,

But I cannot love, or even feel,

So I just wither in loneliness,

For this emptiness, nothing can heal.