A/N: I found this in a poem collection I wrote when I was like…in the second grade, and I thought, 'holy crap. For a second grader, this is pretty good. Just a few changes and it'll be good.' So…here you are, one nice, angsty Dracula poem. The new chaps of Smile and Fate Bites will be up soon. (Chap 7 4 FB is almost done.)

Disclaimer: If I owned Dracula, do you think I'd have survived the onslaught of all his fans? Or that I'd even be here to tell you! If you didn't understand that…then lemme put it this way: Dracula has too many fans for one of them to tell the world that she has the REAL Count Vladislaus Dragulia tied up in her closet. Not that I do…but really, she'd be mobbed.

Black

Black is my ink-well

Black is my hair

Black are my eyes

Black is my soul

Black is my blood

Black is my heart

Black is a graveyard

Black is a night without moon or stars

Black is emptiness

Black is my masquerade ball

Black's horse is a nightmare; its son, the devil

With black comes the end of the rainbow; the end of light; the end of life; the end of heaven and the gate of Hell

Black is my shadow

Black is my worst nightmare

Black is home

Black is that distant figure, cloaked in mist

Black is midnight

Black is a bottomless pit

Black is fear

Black tastes and smells like fear, sweat, sorrow, pain, hate, and blood

Black is death

Black is…

Me.

A/N: Depressing, aint it? Well, that's all for now. I'm off to work on my other stories. REVIEW! THE PLOT BUNNIES COMMAND IT! –cough- yyyyyyeaaaaaaaaahhhhh… And, yesterday, I was gonna post this, but first, when I was still typing it, my computer just died, then came back on. Weird. Then, when I was about to post it, the site was "too busy" to let me log on, and THEN, we lost power from 6 pm to 1 am. But, the power's back on now, so here you are! Review!