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[Frank E Gibbard]

I saw in the distance the dark castellated towers,
this prospect uplifted my rapidly petering powers.
My tramp had been a cold tiring protracted slog,
in my mind’s eye I envisaged a gaily flaming log.
A far-off window light imbued a welcoming shine,
a mile more endured and its haven would be mine.
Mirage-like I visualised the deepest cosiest chair,
could almost feel myself easing in to settle there.
A genial host and hostess to say welcome at the door
were comforts I reckoned that indubitably lay before.
As the path ascended how my vacant stomach ached
for a hunger to be sated and a dry thirst to be slaked.
Bid to come in by a servant, I soon relaxed pleasantly,
he said: “Please wait, the Count will be up, presently.
I will fetch you a cold collation of our leftover meat,
Lord Dracula will join you later, he says for you to eat.”

(End or a new beginning?)

[pughguy2]

When Vlad says "EAT" .. guess yah best chow down.
Always enjoy your stuff Frank. It's usually about something no one else Writes about. What I'm tryin to say is, it's fresh and new (mostly) K ?

[Frank E Gibbard]

You are an assiduous respondent Mike. Well appreciated by me here. THANKS - Frank

[nia]

[budnging]

This is really fun to read. Thanks for sharing.
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love lies bleeding on the floor...

[Frank E Gibbard]

[nia]

Ah, Frank I am getting older... you know I am 100 years old.

Thank you dear, how are you, is everything fine?

Have a nice day,
with my love,
nia