I read this book years ago while babysitting on a country farm during a very grey weekend. I enjoyed the story because as a 4th grader, I had rushed home on a daily basis to watch Dark Shadows and the "lives" of Barnabas Collins and friends. Barnabas was a vampire and Dark Shadows was a soap opera. Over my life, Dracula's meaning has changed from just a scary, intriguing characterto what I wrote about recently in a poem. Dracula alludes to all the many things that suck our lifeblood…our time, our talent, and our money.
Dracula can be a drug which at first romances us with ecstasy; a person for whom undying love sucks our own energy dry; a wardrobe which takes our free time on quest after quest for the right scarf; Dracula can be fame, a fleeting moment we want to last forever but praises our uniqueness while scanning the landscape for our replacement.
I wrote the following poem after watching the movie Limitless. Our need for something that we think is going to make us feel better if we only can get our hands on a limitless supply.
Dracula stood pacing at the gate…
"My friend, my friend you have arrived so late!”
“So sorry, so sorry, please forgive
Now what is it you want, so I can live?”
“Please, oh please, give me some blood, yours so fine
Loving, intoxicating like a fine wine.”
“And in return my dear Dracula what will you have for me,
where is the reward you promised in the hours so wee?”
“The reward, your reward are the nuggets of gold
those heartfelt words I occasionally unfold.
the nuggets of gold, the spices of life, the times when I help you in strife
that is your reward for giving me life.”
Dear Dracula, Dracula
that is not enough
I know that your thirsty, I know your hunger pain
I wish I could help with my heart and my vein.
but the clock is a ticking, tick tock it calls
My time so precious; I can hear the footfalls
So Dracula, Dracula
Adieu, my dear friend
find a source of blood so sweet
it will lead you to completeness replete.