Bela

Elegant deceiver,
What monsters lurked inside
To turn you to the needle,
Such a wicked place to hide?

What voices in the dark
Shook your soul so fierce
As creeping fingers found
A coursing vein to pierce?

Did you draw the blood to verify
The vein you found was ripe?
Did you lick your lips as poison slipped
Beneath your skin so white?

What horrific visions
Around you madly spun?
How soft and slow your heartbeat
As you sat there, stoned and numb?

And then to find your savior
Was the beast that would destroy
How panicked and betrayed you
Must have felt, the monster’s toy

Your power once commanding
Withered, corpse-like, old and gray;
No more fear for virgin hearts,
Your instrument betrayed

No more the Count but Renfield,
Starving, raving mad
Clutching at the memories
Of the life you used to have

And by your hand ‘twas done.
The killer and the slain.
Oh, elegant deceiver,
Your loss, a mortal shame

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