Prince Vlad Tepes, alive, it can’t be,
He was decapitated by the Turks for all to see,
His head was placed upon a stake,
Remains were buried at Snagov that day,
Who did the deed and took his life,
Vlad the Impaler, prince of the night,
That final battle in seventy six,
His head lay to rest on sharpened stick,
The ruler of Walachia, is now but memory,
Born: Sighisoara, buried: Snagov monastery,
He lived his life with brutal taste,
Torturing souls, laying enemy’s to waste,
His home was grand, Poenari Fortress
Where he entertained his twisted blood lust,
A powerful character feared by all,
A defiant man, standing tall,
His life was inspiration for a book,
Dracula the name, take another look,
If it wasn’t for vlad, it wouldn’t exist,
So the Impailer lives as a vampire myth
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Well penned I like the history as he was indeed a barbaric man who revelled in torture and battle ,but i did read somewhere that the real Dracular was a woman, transylvanian countess Elizabeth Bathory who bathed in the blood of virgins, and was probably the inspiration for Bram Stoker's story of a vampire
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This is a very good write.. I Love the story ...
and History with poetry goes good togather..
such a good poem.. Bravo... JackReed3
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I read somewhere that his body was never found.
I loved the story line this poem took
nicely written.
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