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dracula musical, dracula's wives, jonathan harker, lyrics, poem, seduction, vampire, vampire horror
Apparently, today was the day that Jonathan Harker was seduced by Dracula’s wives in his castle. To celebrate, here’s the song I wrote for the for-fun Dracula musical that I’m working on.
I.
I was not the first,
But I’m the eldest of wives.
We did not come on our own.
We were torn from our lives.
He’s a nobleman born.
Under chaos he thrives.
I was a peasant girl lost,
and under pale moon revives.
All I can remember
Are the palest of knives,
And under his firm palm
how a peasant girl thrives.
We are Dracula’s wives,
His three women scorned.
With him we have yearned.
With him we have mourned.
Soon you will see,
As all his wives do,
How he stirs in your blood
When you’re his wife, too.
II.
I he stole from my bed
As his empire fell.
He brought me to heaven,
and saved me from hell.
All the warriors he killed,
All the fires he’d quell.
While his enemies would bleed,
Our desires would swell.
I’m more from his world
Than my sisters could tell.
I know it pains him to see
His grand home now a shell.
We are Dracula’s wives,
His three women saved.
With him we have danced.
We him we have craved.
Soon you will see,
As all his wives do,
How he conquers a will
When you’re his wife, too.
III.
He left his home once north
To find me fairer-skinned
And encircled me close
In his frigid cold wind.
Though I prayed to the saints
Under him I have sinned.
Though I searched for the light,
Beneath him it has dimmed.
I begged him to stop,
But my lord simply grinned.
So my pleas have gone quiet,
My denials I rescind.
We are Dracula’s wives,
His three women kept.
With him we have dined.
With him we have slept.
Soon you will see,
As all his wives do,
How he shackles a heart
When you’re his wife, too.
Amanda M. Blake 