K.E. Jones- Writer

Narrative Poem written from the novel:

“Dracula” by Bram Stoker

By K. E. Jones

“Within the cards, a devil seen,

An ancient face with an ivory sheen,

I flip the cards up one by one,

Before the setting of the sun,

First card reveals a skeletal hand,

Death laying claim to Carpathian land.

Treaded trails where mortals lay,

Centuries weave threads of decay.

Dracul’s name is whispered deep,

Through the winds, the spirits weep.

His castle crowns the mountain’s throne,

Its jagged peaks, etched in eternal stone.

The cards I read unravel the cruel bind,

Each image carved, whispers from his mind.

They tell his tale—

Fierce but lost,

His soul condemned to pay love’s cost.

His peculiar gaze, shines red in dark,

Chilling the moon, with an evil mark.

His name ignites a dread, I cannot tame,

A warning whispered, carved in blame.

I plead with those who cross this way,

To turn aside and seek the day.

‘Avoid that castle, shun its door,

For those who enter, return no more.’

But fate has bounded, they feel its call,

From the man who dwells in shadow’s thrall.

The truth, it lingers, and the curse withstands,

Echoing through the Count’s cold hands.

There he mourns, as love denies-

A monster weeps beneath velvet skies.

The card has told the fate entwined,

Of blood and sorrow, cursed and blind.”