Re: Dracula; A Poem

Don't trust aristocrats in crumbling keeps:
Regard his appetite and where he sleeps.
Although his manners are quite debonair,
Cold-hearted love is all he has to share.
Unless you want yourself to be a meal
Leave now before the chambers round you seal.
Account for ill if you go see the count.

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