Romania, October 31, 1477

Romania, October 31, 1477

Splattered Patter

Splattered patter doesn’t matter.

In the vernacular of Dracula

“It’s just another neck to bite”

a trite write, late at night

full moon shining, the silver lining

whining over silver anything.

A carafe of red by the bed.

Who knows what type?

A+ is all the hype.

Yet, she’s the kind of guttersnipe

that’s easy to prey on

dumb as a crayon, fun to play on.

Mixed with a little tarragon

the “Sine Qua Non.”

She’s here now, in Castle Bran

home of the infamous bat-man

a fly by night, midnight bite

lily-white sweet delight. 

Incite her inner beast.

Begin the feast, ‘til she’s deceased?

No!  Save her for future use

to seduce, to reproduce the juice

that is my life.

Make her my wife.

A Countess, to reduce the stress.

And I shall write of her seductions

her abductions, all her transductions.

She will be the legendary 

evolutionary, revolutionary

Countess of Wallachia.

Countess and enchantress 

lascivious seductress

with eyes like a tiger.

and we shall name her, Maya.

Celebrate the feast, release the beast.

Satanic music on organ plays.

These are the nights of Lilith’s days

when men were men and women lay 

supine and naked for the king.

While all the while the majestic thing

that leaked from Hell would have its way.

“Drink! Drink! The juice of our lives.

‘Tis a new night, and now I say

My friends, my equals, here today

we have born a Countess of Wallachia.”

We have named her Maya

and long may she reign

over the Red Horde, the Ile d’ Haine

the Power of the Night

until we all have lost the fight

and gloriously send our remains, , , ,

To Hell!!!!”

“Friends, kinfolk, neophytes

on this Night of Nights

let us celebrate with new blood.

No more Monastic life. 

Let us fly to where sin is rife

where no one is there for the good.

We shall harvest the whores

and their dandy- men.

Let none remain to tell the lore.

Take all who caper in that playpen.

Feast on flesh and drink the blood. 

Watch the playmates turn unborn

and fall into Hell with a thud.”

The swarm were fifteen strong as they barged in

a dozen females and three males, as guardians.

They changed life-forms to fit in

at the “Bottomless-Pleasures, Aestheticians.”

Madame’ La Rue greeted them at the door

“This is a gentleman’s spa!

 The only women here are workers,” she stated.

“Alright girls, get to work,” The Count dictated.

“Give them what they’re looking for and more.”

The madame was irate until the Count passed 

his hand across her eyes

 and she sagged into a nearby chair

‘Thank you,” he said with a flair

“We’ll be taking over, you don’t mind.”

He said it like an order to which she replied, "Yes ... .Sir.”

The night devolved into the tandem 

of carnal pleasures and death.

The females insatiably took victims at random

and lured them to their last breath

with promises of erotic sensations

until all were hard-bitten

and drained until their death.

The girls who were workers there 

fell into the arms of the guardians

and suffered the same fatal fare.

Sated and fulfilled, the horde 

returned to Castle Bran.

“My happy cohorts, let us vow

to Satan and to Lilith, that we are now

the new plague of death to Mankind

that we shall continue our onslaughts

such as tonight's, and stop we will not 

until all humans have been destroyed.”.

A roar of a shrill, bat-like nature filled the void

and once it was quiet the Count spoke

“ Long live the reign of Maya.

We pledge our fealty to Satan and to Lilith.’

and this became their mantra…..