Disclaimer: I don't own Castlevania or anything in it, but Cornell is still my boy friend. ^_^
Author's Notes: I actually wrote a second poem out of my own free will! This is in Cornell's POV.
Deep in the shadows of the night
I hear my sister scream in fright
And with the red moon burning bright
I go to save my sister
The skeletons always in my way
Dracula's attempt to keep me at bay
He knows that he will pay
For taking away my sister
Deep in the castle, no way out
Then I hear my sister shout
I know now, with out a doubt
That I must save my sister
Dracula tried to hold me back
By sending monsters to attack
I found myself taken aback
By the size of the castle in which I must save my sister
While I was in the garden maze
My leg, a snake's fang deeply grazed
An antidote, my luck I praise
I live on to save my sister
Now I climb the outer wall
Knowing what should happen, should I fall
Walking into the castle, down the hall
I go to save my sister
One of the towers fell apart
Another was filled with art
Where statues shot flames to burn me apart
But I live on to save my sister
I'm near the top, almost there
But now I'm filled with great despair
It was too late when I got there
For Dracula had already killed my sister
So whatcha think? I'm not the greatest at writing poems. Flames are welcomed, as are any other reviews. Me love reviews. And, yes I have an obsession with killing Ada, for those of you who've read my other stories.
Author's Notes: I actually wrote a second poem out of my own free will! This is in Cornell's POV.
Deep in the shadows of the night
I hear my sister scream in fright
And with the red moon burning bright
I go to save my sister
The skeletons always in my way
Dracula's attempt to keep me at bay
He knows that he will pay
For taking away my sister
Deep in the castle, no way out
Then I hear my sister shout
I know now, with out a doubt
That I must save my sister
Dracula tried to hold me back
By sending monsters to attack
I found myself taken aback
By the size of the castle in which I must save my sister
While I was in the garden maze
My leg, a snake's fang deeply grazed
An antidote, my luck I praise
I live on to save my sister
Now I climb the outer wall
Knowing what should happen, should I fall
Walking into the castle, down the hall
I go to save my sister
One of the towers fell apart
Another was filled with art
Where statues shot flames to burn me apart
But I live on to save my sister
I'm near the top, almost there
But now I'm filled with great despair
It was too late when I got there
For Dracula had already killed my sister
So whatcha think? I'm not the greatest at writing poems. Flames are welcomed, as are any other reviews. Me love reviews. And, yes I have an obsession with killing Ada, for those of you who've read my other stories.
