The Castle at the Carpathian - Poem
The Moon shone bright on the castle,
Residents yawned to arise.
Mystical creatures of the night,
Who have numerous desires.
Grimy walls stained of blood,
Formed no shadows as they walked past.
Screams of torture played through the night,
Guests who uttered their last cry.
Shadows of things surreal,
Kept alive by the numerous mortals.