Vlad
Vlad
His cruelty was dangerous,
His desires were monstrous,
Death was the beginning,
Life was only the end.
Obscure were his feelings,
If he at least had those,
Insensible were his actions,
Cold-heartedly was his mind,
Impossible to compose.
He was unreachable for their hands,
He was unreachable for their sight,
Along with his demons he lived,
Night after night.
Every day he died,
But in the night he returned back,
Every night he was
Standing on his sinister balcony.
His skin was as pale as colourless snow,
His mind was as cold as diamond-ice,
Murder was only an exciting show to him,
Blood was the best kind of wine.
Every day they lived in fear and wished he would leave,
Every night they waited and prayed.
Every minute could be the last, they believed,
And the moon stole all the hope they had left.
They couldn’t defeat him,
No one was able to
Overmaster the Devil,
To take his limitless life away.
Unbeatable was the Devil,
Immortal was his appearance,
The legends survived the ages,
There is no defence.
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