I, Dracula: Part Three

There are some divisions no force can reconcile
My presence is a blasphemy the faithful resists
To keep humanity ignorant such evil exists
I dwelled in the Carpathian Mountains in self exile
Power and wealth I began to gradually compile
Plotting a conquest even God could not dismiss
Fulfilling my role as adversary and antithesis
The only purpose I held to be worthwhile

Long centuries passed with all suspicion eluded
Until I decided to conquer Victorian England
Whose power and influence continued to expand
Once there I planned to keep my operations secluded
Within strategic positions making discovery precluded
And amass an undead army no nation could withstand
I had only to wait for the solicitor to arrive in my homeland
Assuring the real estate transactions were concluded

Young Jonathan Harker wished to leave in a hurry
Having helped me acquire the Carfax Abbey Estate
Back to England where his precious fiancé did await
A discovery many documents and deeds would bury
Was an image which made my eyes grow blurry
It was my lost love Elisabetta Reincarnate
A miracle affirming the machinations of fate
As I gazed upon the portrait of Mina Murray


Part Two
Part One

"A New Path" - By Jason Zapata

I will not allow this history to play out again
My cyclical existence maintains but one purpose
To force this restless spirit into conflict once more
Fighting futile struggles with inevitable conclusions
No longer will I participate in a self-perpetuating purgatory
Haunted with the specters of unrequited love and defeat
Accepting this fate would be an act of capitulation
Decisions I’ve made created the circuit before me
But I renounce those choices and walk a new path

‘Stiltskin Inc.

Perhaps I should have insisted on seeing an offer letter
But during the interview process no one really suspects
Their boss of being a gnome with a napoleon complex
Tragically, the working conditions proved to be no better
Under sweatshop conditions I spun gold from bales of straw
Maddened by unattainable quotas and demands I work faster
I grew to despise this cruel and diminutive taskmaster
Benefiting from the absence of a union or even a labor law
A windowless room and loom were my only enjoyment
There was little to negotiate with given the excess labor pool
The hateful little man would just find another desperate fool
Who’d tell another grim tale of failed gainful employment

"The Rain" by Jason Zapata

It’s raining again in this world I carry
A sky of troubled clouds drift ominously
Over a turbulent sea whose waves crash
Against the windswept shore I stand on
The dull rumble of distant thunder sounds
Reverberating throughout its somber depths

My body is the boundary of this place
But I'm a stranger unwilling to understand
What this world is truly a reflection of
As the rain continues to fall incessantly
A familiar spirit traverses a distance
I never realized had grown between us

Small feet leave a long trail in damp sand
She stops once she is standing before me
Her dark robes and black hair are drenched
And though rainfall streams down her cheeks
I know she is crying when she asks me

Why won’t you stop the rain?

"Forgotten Knight" by Sina Pakzad Kasra

Sina.P.Kasra is an illustrator, concept designer, and graphic artist. He was born in 1986 and resides in Tehran. Sina's work has appeared in book-covers, posters, television, and animations. His favorite artists include Ashley Wood, Ben Templesmith, and Lucian Freud. In term of his digital art, Sina utilizes a Wacon Intuos4. He is also versed with using acrylic colors on canvas.

I highly recommend you view Sina P. Kasra’s deviant art gallery.

He also has a pretty nifty blog.

A Girl Named Salem

What did I do to become so feared and maligned
A guiltless woman puritanical men apprehended
Was I really so threatening to Christendom’s kind

My persecution caused by a child’s troubled mind
Baseless accusations zealots eagerly defended
What did I do to become so feared and maligned

To coerce a confession I was tortured and confined
But their every allegation I stubbornly contended
Was I really so threatening to Christendom’s kind

My life posed no threat to the belief they enshrined
Yet my death was a cause a priest commended
What did I do to become so feared and maligned

Final appeals for leniency and reason were declined
There was no escape from the stake I was appended
Was I really so threatening to Christendom’s kind

Only echoes of screams and ashes were left behind
Of this life hypocrites and fanatics required ended
What did I do to become so feared and maligned
Was I really so threatening to Christendom’s kind

I,Dracula: Part Two by Jason Zapata

I ruthlessly sought to end Wallachia’s state of unrest
By enslaving the Boyars who could not escape guilt
Traitors who labored until Poenari’s walls were rebuilt
Because they dared to aid the Ottomans in their conquest
Those slaves who survived were impaled on my behest
On the shores of the Raul Roameni their blood was spilt
Where I had recovered Elisabeta’s body from the silt
With my power secure I began the campaign in Bucharest

Within the region’s woods my forces were concealed
My countrymen attacked what enemies we could beat
Striking their flanks hard and then quick to retreat
For fear that our location to the enemy be revealed
But Sultan Mehmed’s soldiers refused to yield
Forced into a pitched battle we could not compete
The proud sons of Wallachia eventually knew defeat
My army and ambitions lay slain on the battlefield

News of my loss and capture was warmly received
As I was dragged through the Turkish army helplessly
Jeering faces laughed and refuse was hurled at me
Victory over their most hated foe was finally achieved
The headsman ensured my pilloried neck was cleaved
My severed head was displayed for the enemy to see
Until a gyspy man would rob the turks of their trophy
From Constantinople’s walls my head was retrieved

The gypsy carried my remains to cursed scholomance
Where the Solomonari toiled to have my body restored
In exchange I became a disciple of their dark lord
With black magic and vampiric unlife I was enhanced
I would master the dark arts in this haunted expanse
In the defense of His Kingdom I had wielded a sword
But my battles, my prayers were ultimately ignored
So at God’s expense I would see my power advance




Part Three
Click here to read: Part One