(My sister, Lil’ Red Riding Hood,2nd from left. That’s me, far right, a Spanish dancer in Daytona Beach, Fla about 1942. Dracula movies were popular at the time.
Dark memories still conjure in my sight
when Dracula’s gray coffin does appear.
I see the crash of bats in wing’ed flight
I hear the hinges creak upon his bier.
On many barren nights since first I saw
the Count, wherein his lady, casket bound
is tortured by the constant drip. That raw
blood-curdling drip, drip, dripping horrid sound.
And marvelous, the blue hues of that scene
with pale reflections from her maddened eyes.
She breaks from out her coffin! Such surprise!
She runs across the bridge to meet him there.
On many churlish nights since childhood days
I’m still afraid to sleep without light’s blaze.