04-04-2018, 11:24 AM
Vlad
Bela Lugosi ruined me,
made my visage into a costumed cliche,
his hypnotic eyes dethroning me.
He was a creature of the night,
but I was a warrior, who impaled his enemies.
He is immortalized in black and white,
while my hands are forever stained red.
The day he died, my dead heart twinged with joy.
Although I am loathed to admit,
I respect his commitment to that cape.
Bela Lugosi ruined me,
made my visage into a costumed cliche,
his hypnotic eyes dethroning me.
He was a creature of the night,
but I was a warrior, who impaled his enemies.
He is immortalized in black and white,
while my hands are forever stained red.
The day he died, my dead heart twinged with joy.
Although I am loathed to admit,
I respect his commitment to that cape.
Time is the best editor.