The Dracula Syndrome

by Jacki   Aug 30, 2004


In 1893 in a quite little Inn
slept soundly a peaceful little girl.
In her room all tucked away
stood a man in the shadows
he was coming to play.

In the morning
when breakfast was
to be served.
They found the 10year old girl
had been disturbed.

Blood was not that,
which made them gasp.
It was the body
laid out so perfectly
in her bed.

When checking her over
on the autopsy table
upon closer inspection
they found two incisions on her neck.
One was shallow and the other
was deep.

In her body was a loss of blood.
A mystery to the pathologist
who just stood there
scratching his head.

The crime scene
was laid out
a handkerchief laid near.
Upon the handkerchief were
the initials P.S.
Those of the girls father.

So was it the dad
who staged his daughters
death.
Or was it the famous man
we call so we
regularly call Dracula

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  • 20 years ago

    by Jacki

    the last line
    "Or was it the famous man
    we call so we
    regularly call Dracula "

    meaning
    the famous man called dracula......

  • 20 years ago

    by Sean Allen

    "In 1893 in a quite little Inn" did you actually mean quite, or did you mean quiet?

    "Or was it the famous man
    we call so we
    regularly call Dracula "

    I don't really understand that sentence...is there something wrong there or am I missing something. Yeh I think it is the dad, the shallow and deep bite thing just doesn't make sense.

  • 20 years ago

    by Jacki

    Actully in the poem i have alot of clues that say who its. First it starts off with the piercings one shallow one deep, if dracula would have done it, they would have been the same. Also the haky that was found by the bed. So it was the father if you re read it you will see......:)

  • 20 years ago

    by Jacki

    Thank you thank you i'm trying to brouden my writing. Just trying different styles and such. But i really like this poem alot for some reason. Maybe because if i didn't know the answer it would make me think who really did it?

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