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COUNT DRACULA
True HISTORY
REBECCATACOSAGRAY,CALIFORNIA/AURORAMAJOR
SoleMENTOR/SoleOWNER/SoleMASTER/SoleMASTERBUILDER
ISBN-13: 978-1519751591 /ISBN-10: 1519751591
TheASTARITEFAITH
COUNT DRACULA
In The Country of Transyvania, Romania,
The Moon Sits High over the Night, and
He is At the Window, and Again The Moon
Is With Him, As It Is, and He of Its Light.
The Male Is Handsome, and is Not of the
Lore of Written, But of Another History
Of Murder, and Of The Deaths of Many,
And of He and His Loves, Who Lived with
Him Until His DEATH.
You are Beautiful. This Was Said to the
Moon and to the Night. His Soul Was of
A Person At the Beginning, and Followed
A Different Path, Winding, and The Moon
Looming Up Ahead. Dark Night, Empty
Path, and Quiet, No One On It, But the
Air and the Night. Black is this Night.
And in The Mountains, A Woman is Buried.
One Could say the Moon Sparkled Softly,
And He, As Well, Walked Softly: This Was
Always True of He. His Home was of a
True Leaving, One Was Always Leaving.
Many Wished to Leave.
There was the Staff, and There were Many
Others as Well. Down in the Canyon There
Were Bodies of the Staff, Dying into the
Ground. Weeping, The Ground Wept.
The Night and the Moon were His Love,
And Also His Love was Blood...Deep and
In Running of Life Like His Veins, All Was
Blood, and All Was Murder. All Was Murder.
The VISCOUNT who is the True, The

Actual COUNT DRACULA, was a Male
Who was Handsome, and A Bit Rugged,
And Who Did not Consider Himself to
Be Handsome. In His Early History He
Was a Male who was Usual, although He
Was Unusual in Character, as a Wish of
Love was Truth in His Physical, and This
Was Unabated in His Being.
I, The Author, Have Seen His Castle Over
And Over Again, and Have Known the
Place in My Mind and it has Been a Truth
That in Existence I was Meant to Tell You
Of He.
The Castle Exists in Transylvania, in the
Mountains, Away from Humankind, and
There is a Road, as it has been Shown,
Sometimes, to the Rampart, and Door.
There Shows, below, upon Entrance, a
Canyon, and This Is Where Bodies Fell,
And Bodies Died, and All of Blood to
He, Who Loved the Blood, and The Hunt.
He, Who is the Count, Went through His
Early Life Wishing, and at a Point Was
Disappointed Deeply, by a Woman, Who
Was Beautiful, and She a Blonde of Beauty,
Who was Cruel, or, Maybe, Unattentive, or,
Careless. She Turned Him Down, and He
Turned Away, and Later, He Turned to the
Worst of A Love, which was a Murder, of Her.
He Murdered Her.
She is Buried, From the Front of the Castle,

To The Right, and Upon a Promontory that
Looks to the Sky. She is Dead in Her Death,
And of Truth, Carried Herself into the Moon.
The Moon is Soft. The Light Cascades Softly.
There is Death in the Sparkling Beauty. There
Was an Angry Woman, Also, Beyond Death.
Waiting, and Also of Beauty, in a Type of Beauty
Of Restitution...In The Light She Stood in Her
Rage, but He Does Not See Her, and Does Not
Care to See Her, but, She is Angry. Once He
Murdered, There Was Murder, and There Was
Blood.
What She Said, in Quiet Light, Was, Im Going
To Go After You Until You Die. This Was As
Sure as the Light Shining Through the Window,
And Sure was the Truth, of Its Nature, that She
Never Left Him Alone. She Never Let Him Leave.
She Did Not Leave Him, At All.
The Truth Is Written in the Moon, That She Did
Not Let Him Leave His Life, and She in the Dark,
And In the Soft Light, Cursed This Male to the
Blood of Death, and Upon the Ground and in the
Moon, His Death Was Written.
Something Called to Him. And in His Sexuality,
And He Was Sexual, He made Love and Then
Murdered. And Once He Murdered, He Murdered
Again. And Once He Murdered, He Began to Love
The Murder.
He Murdered Until He Became a Murderer Who
Loved Murder, and Then Loved Murder Itself.
The Castle Died Underneath of His Feet.

The Castle Died in the Light, and The
Trees and Branches Wept in the Moonlight.
There Was Murder in the Castle. Murder.
In The Kitchen there are Pots and Pans,
And there is Murder in Them. He Ate
His Staff. He Hunted Them in His Castle,
And Did Not Let Them Leave. The Bones
Were Floating in the Soup, and The Staff
Hated Where They Were, They Wished to
Leave. They Wanted to Leave. Many, if
He Chosen, were chosen to Run, Within
The Castle. And He Let Them Run, and He
Hunted Them, and He Murdered There Love
With Gruel, and Cruel Hunt, of that of a
Frightening Cruelty, of That of Certain Death.
His Face was that of Gruesome Intent, and
Sometimes a Mask, and that of His Certainty
To Capture, To Catch, and in the Corner, they
Were Cornered, and Then Death. He would
Eat Their Bones. He Loved to Watch Them
Die, and of a Truth was a Blood Love, and
Did not Abate in That of His Love, That of
Murder. He Never Did Return from Murder.
Of This One of Blood, and of the Moon and
The Night, The Truth is True...COUNT DRACULA
Hunted His Murders, and This Is Why You
Do Not Turn Around, Just to See What is There.
Those of His Love Fell In Love With His Love,
And Were Sexual to His Murder, and Then Died
Under His Murder, and His Hand, and His Love.
Blood Ran, and They Were In Love With Him,
Still.
He Would Write of His Murders in Blood.
In the Castle, Under The Floorboards,

There is a Collection of Notebooks
That Tell of His Murders, He, Himself,
Documented in Detail All That He Did.
Outside, Also, To the Back Left, Facing
The Door of the Castle, Back to the Left
Property, at a Promontorious Location,
There it is also Rocky, He Buried in a Box,
Other of His Notebooks that Are Truth of
His History. They have not yet been found,
That I Know Of, But They are There, as
Sure as the Light. In the Castle, it is Directly
Under What is Known as a Study, Circular
In Nature, to the Right of the Door, Right
Side of the Castle, With a Large Window
That Faced the Moon and the Canyon.
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COUNT DRACULA

The VISCOUNT who is the True, The

She is Buried, From the Front of the Castle,

The Castle Died Underneath of His Feet.

In the Castle, Under The Floorboards,

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