The Dracula's Crush

Neither a Romanian folklore, 
Nor a Transylvanian tale, 
This is the love story of a mysterious male. 

He didn't live in a castle, 
Or owned a demonic army. 
Dwelt among the humans, 
Fed on the blood of those who envy. 

Then one autumn night, 
In November's soaking mist, 
Knocked an angel
Playing a rhapsody divine, 
This brought the most unexpected twist of his lifetime. 

Drowned by her love's spell
He worshipped her like a holy shrine. 
Unaware of the fact that 
She won't be staying for all time. 

Now that she's gone, 
The Dracula rests in his coffin, 
Expecting her to be back one day
And love him till eternal time..