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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."
01
The Deathbird awaited with ravenous eyes
A feast upon mortals beneath an overcast sky
For long, its crooked lips had remained dry,
Sated once Hutter showed the world the end was nigh.
02
Traversing Transylvania, the land of thieves
And phantoms, the source of the many bereaved
The young man ventured with incredible speed
To the dismay of his apprehensive steed.
03
Hutter trudged into a waking nightmare
Approaching Orlock, a count not all there
Instead, he was met with a vampire’s glare
And a pair of fangs too wicked to bear.
04
Nosferatu, unleashed, journeyed by sea
The vicious Deathbird was finally free.
05
The dark itself writhed in delight
As a plague descended on Wisborg during night
Men, women, children, afflicted with fright
Of a threat shrouded in shadows, lurking out of sight.