In an Ebony Sarcophagus without any fears,
He sleeps among the dust of a thousand years.
In a Draconian Castle, centuries old,
With hearths like Caverns deep and cold.
He Awakes and Flies among Castor and Pollux.
His searching Eyes Gleam like faceted Onyx.
When he finds you, his Gaze you cannot ignore.
You are Mesmerized, your feet frozen to the floor!
A soft flutter of Wings Black as night,
Encircle you for that one yearning Everlasting Bite!
Have A Phantasmagorical Halloween!