Not until the early morning did they reach it
the small sparse camp site.
In this small mountainous european country
both eager to get set up.
The castle towering above them really high
seemingly blending with the sky.
Neither would admit they had been drawn here
neither believed in the occult!
Hearing stories from many sources so curious
simultaneously suggesting a holiday!
Now the castle was real not a picture as before
they began to feel unsure!
Difficult to sleep for was left of this warm night
an underlying dread persisted.
Getting up as dawn broke breathing pure air
discovering nobody else was there!
Certain other tents had been pitched on the site
apprehensive of their plight!
As though compelled found themselves on a path
that twisted towards the castle.
Flying above were large black screeching birds
adding to the now surreal scene!
There awaiting them an elderly man in a long coat
as they walked over the dry moat.
Who was polite and showed them into a large room
beginning to wonder what was happening.
After some time nobody came they decided to leave
puzzled retraced their steps.
As they approached the impressive grand staircase
in anticipation increased their pace!
As if on cue he almost glided down to confront them
tall pale and really very thin!
Hypnotizing them motionless he drained their blood
as they joined the undead!
As if it were a dream back at the tent packed it away
home now on humans to prey!
The Master was certain he had chosen well?
The Foureyed Poet.
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