Ode To Dracula

by Linwe Ringeril

This is an ode to Count Dracula from the girl he loves. It is mostly about the suffering she had to go through because she loves him... and you know he's the undead and stuff. please read and review, be gentle, i'm new at this!

The Mirror of Longing

Disclaimer: I do not own Dracula or Van Helsing, never will, but I do own the character who longs to see her beloved, Drac. -Linwe

Author's note: this is a free verse devoted to my love, Dracula, and it has absolutely no order whatsoever, it's just a jumble of words that came to me during gym class. Enjoy!

Sometimes I touch the mirror

I look into its depths and try to see

The face I want to be with me,

And I know he wants to be with me, too

To look into my eyes,

"The spectrums of blue."

That's what he called them,

And the windows to my soul.

I need him, he needs me

And my life just is not whole.

I know he comes at night

When for blood he does thirst

But he cannot come,

For my flesh he does not wish to hurt.

The mirror is my solace

The mirror is his window,

But the mirror sustains,

And the mirror drains,

And my soul cries out for the horror to cease!

For the love that I feel

Is what he claimed he cannot,

But his eyes tell the story

As he sips crimson draught,

It would put him to shame,

So he,I shall not blame,

For the love that has taken us,

Shaken us, and tortures us slowly…..

Is the mirror?

Yes, the mirror,

Hanging there, lowly.