Under full moonlight,
And rainstorm dew,
The Count came walking
As the cold wind blew
Like death he moved,
Silent and fast,
Til his destination beckoned
he sighed, “at last.”
To window he misted,
Tiny droplets, with care,
To yon ladies window,
So peaceful, and fair.
Clothed in all white,
Hair auburn and curled,
Mina,to her friends,
To Jonathan, “The world”.
To Count, she is love,
She is all that he missed.
Skin he cannot touch,
Lips he hasn’t kissed.
So he watches, and sighs,
A chill down her neck.
Tis all he can risk,
He cannot move yet.
So as she rises to the window,
The count takes his leave.
And continues his walk,
Through all hollows eve.
One day she will come,
Run straight to his arms.
Mina Murray will fall,
None escape a Vampire’s charms.