The Mysterious Count Dracula Poem by Chitra Bisht

Wandering alone at nights
Is my daily ritual
Days I lie in my coffin,
food for thought, my food is people

Not flesh and bones
not skin and entrails
I drink human blood
Rendering them pale

The jugular spot, is my favourite
To cut and drink the red wine
Sometimes I drain my victims to die
Something I leave them alive

A noble count by birth
Born in Transylvania
A regular royal, a normal individual
Till I was transformed by Caligula

From then, it was drink, drink, drink
Totally possessed by a frenzy
Labourers mysteriously disappearing
Villagers gradually vanishing

My secret finally out, I had to go
Leaving behind my land and my castle
From town to town, in carriages or ferry
In search of places where I could dwell

For 300 years, I roamed the earth
Like a dark night, lived like a shadow
But everything ends or so they say
Immortals like me also have to go

Pursued recklessly by Van Helsing
I believe my days are numbered
Trust me, it will be a valiant death
A good last fight, no surrender

In death I shall live forever
My name etched in history
My stories will fascinate generations
A Count or a vampire what will it be?