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Nosferatu
Recently, I watched the silent film Nosferatu (1922) with my classmates. It involves a vampire, Count Orlock, plaguing a fairly quiet town known as Wisborg. The film was quite captivating and I enjoyed how Orlock was portrayed (as a terrifying humanoid that seems to be everywhere at once), so I wrote a short poem on it. The title is "Wings of the Deathbird."
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The Deathbird awaited with ravenous eyes
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A feast upon mortals beneath an overcast sky
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For long, its crooked lips had remained dry,
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Sated once Hutter showed the world the end was nigh.
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Traversing Transylvania, the land of thieves
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And phantoms, the source of the many bereaved
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The young man ventured with incredible speed
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To the dismay of his apprehensive steed.
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Hutter trudged into a waking nightmare
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Approaching Orlock, a count not all there
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Instead, he was met with a vampire’s glare
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And a pair of fangs too wicked to bear.
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Nosferatu, unleashed, journeyed by sea
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The vicious Deathbird was finally free.
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The dark itself writhed in delight
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As a plague descended on Wisborg during night
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Men, women, children, afflicted with fright
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Of a threat shrouded in shadows, lurking out of sight.