The count of darkness himself came.
He spotted her from high in his tower.
His castle at the top of the hill.
The towns people only visit against their will.
The horrific stories they tell of him.
He gazes down at the wee little girl.
Gallantly he bows.
"The pleasure is all mine."
Offering her a blood red rose.
She giggles softly holding it up to her nose.
She looks at him eyes quite wide.
Curtsies, "please sir may i have my ball?"
"I fear it's gone over your castle wall."
The count going down on one knee.
Proclaims "have you no fear of me?"
She shakes her head enthusiastically
Stating, "No sir will you play with me?"
The count looks down fondness showing in his eyes.
To his surprise he agrees to play a game.
The count and the girl play in the garden late into the night.
Not noticing hours have gone by.
The small girl gasps," it's far to late, i must go!"
"My mother will be worried so."
The count calls a carriage to return her to her home.
She proclaims "thank you sir."
"I do concur I've had such a lovely time."
He briefly grazes her hand "the pleasures been all mine."
He now sits sadly in his tower alone.
He reflects on the thousands of years of his life.
Of the wife and child he had when he was a mere man.
All gone so very long ago.
He needs blood to sustain his thirst.
But being isolated and frightened by all is far worse.
For you see being a vampire is a curse.
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