A Castlevania Poem

By Shadow

The darkness of the human soul,
Is like a dark and stormy night.
And when the power of Dracula's whole,
Then it will be quite a sight.

First, big black clouds shall fill the air,
And air will have a musky smell.
Death and destruction are everywhere,
Making Europe a living hell!

But from the shadows shall emerge
A hero from a family so devout.
Getting strength, his powers surge
As he prepares to fight the count.

He goes to the castle, and enters inside.
What he finds is endless terror.
Through ghost, ghouls, he keeps his pride,
And fight without any error.

But Dracula fights with so much more.
He sends his bosses to kill.
Battling it out through endless gore,
The warrior fights on still.

And when Dracula comes within his reach,
He prepares for the showdown of pain.
In hopes the mighty vamp will breach,
He prays that it's not all in vain.

The warrior fights so brave and strong,
He hits Dracula in the head.
The count fights back, shooting close to long,
And tries to kill the warrior instead!

Fireballs fly across the air,
And chain whips slash with might.
But in the end of this battling flair,
The warrior wins the night!

The castle of Dracula starts to fall.
The warrior runs from the scene.
And once again, he has saved all.
It's the way it's always been.

So the world is free from the horrid dark.
As the stories of the victory spread.
The warriors family rests until another ark.
And enjoys their lives instead!

Fin

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