A word from
Dracula’s spectacular vernacular
Overheard on railway funicular
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En route to the familiar
Up Castle Bran in particular
That pierces clouds lenticular
Atop the rock face perpendicular
The home of the Count if we’re to be titular
Insofar there’s none similar
Alone in all that stone, we’re in the singular
In a life so insular
Save for one, his prisoner the solicitor
A great prize awaits the decrypter
Hello 451, figuring Ghostwritten brought you here?
The hidden door on this is truly well locked and the key has been blindly discarded, I’m calculating I’ll be 64 before anyone even gets to first base with it. I have to hope so too, quite some promise in the prize-to my detriment.
*Throws a custard pie that hits him squarely in the mush*.
– E.u.t.C