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He speaks her name, soft,

And leads her where daylight is lost.

They stroll together, mingled with his lies,

Her breath trembles, her pulse defies.

A prince of night, with velvet stare,

Draws Mina into shadows' snare.

But deeper hungers call her near,

As Dracula, with whispered fear,

Slips into her room of dreams,

And breaks her soul with darkened gleam.

“Remember me,” his voice commands,

A dying bride once held by bloodstained hands.

Mina sees, her past revealed,

A love in death that never healed.

She bares her soul and her pale white skin,

And lets his dark lust pull her in.

In shadows, Dracula’s eyes alight,

He makes love to her in the doomed night.

He cuts his chest, blood flowing red,

And invites her to drink from where he’s bled.

Mina sips, her fate is sealed,

In love and death, their bond revealed.

But as their kiss burns with unspeakable gloom,

Van Helsing storms the room.

Dracula vanishes with his wicked smile,

Leaving Mina, unholy and defiled.