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Dracula is alive!
Subtitle: There's no excuse for ignorance
by J. W. Palvic
Late one night as I was pondering upon the possibilities of
what might exist beyond the farthest reaches of the unknown, a strange and
eerie sound came through the room. The night was filled with an aboriginal
intrigue of mystery and suspense from the beyond. It was sound so cold,
chilling, and deadly it sent shivers through the night and left me frozen
to me chair. Rumor having just reached me that Dracula was alive I was in
fear of anticipation, as witches howled and werewolves prowled the night.
Dracula was a will of sheer power. Political philosophies were for the advocating
of political power. There was no excuse for poverty. Agnostic animosity
was unforgivable!
Elementas equitas! Elementas equitas! Witches howled, as werewolves
prowled, under the light of an aboriginal moon. Demagogues danced in animosity,
as clandestine policies were rampant and exasperating debates came to a
halt. It was an age of clandestine animosities and political intrigue, as
I pondered upon the destinies of the unknown. It was an age when civilizations
crumbled and societies bent and fell. The moon was clouded behind a cumulus
aura of mystery and suspense. Diane and I were on the league of justice,
and sworn to the cause of freedom. Cloak held back, flame red eyes; countenance
shimmering against the pale moonlight. Dracula was a will of power, and
an epitome of evil and his own destruction. The room was filled with an
astronomical assortment of cannibalistic fetishes and astronomy gear of
all kinds. I was sitting in the parlor next to the veranda by the fireplace.
When suddenly, the room began to rise in a shrill madness of screams and
cries. It was a sound so cold, chilling, and deadly it sent shivers running
up and down my spine. A sound so shrill and aboriginal it filled the night
with horror, and left goose bumps upon my flesh. When ignorance deals the
cards and greed sows the seed if you let despair over-come your hopes bitter
will be the fruits indeed. Demigods danced on cauldrons, as goblins and
boogiemen brewed and stewed. Black magic and witchcraft filled the air,
as vampire and consort stalked, and black cats prowled in alleys!
The next morning I awoke with the soft warmth of sunlight
coming through my window. The fresh breeze and the fresh smell of lilacs
revived my memories. Diana was as lovely as anybody could be with hair like
rainbows and freckles as warm as the sun. It was with utter horror that
I recalled the attempted abduction, and `equipe of her by Dracula. It was
in the spring, when the flowers bloom and the buds begin to blossom. Ignorance
entangled in jealousy, anger, and greed will always become a victim of its
own destruction. Dracula and his consort were working in this area and vicinity
of the neighborhood and Quadroon. It was Diana's and my job to sabotage
and infiltrate Dracula's and Vampira's activities. Suddenly, screams that
maddened the senses and cries that dulled the mind, came from the shrill
madness of horror from the beyond!
The night was filled with an aboriginal intrigue, and cumulus
aura of mystery from the beyond. The moon was hidden behind an eerie and
ominous sky, as goblins and boogiemen danced on cauldrons, and clandestine
animosities went unchecked. The only pecuniary beliefs of vampire and consort
were for the accumulation of wealth and acquisition of material desires.
It was in the spring when the flowers bloom, and pretty girls come out cold;
and pregnant with no place to go. The habitats were infested and inhabitants
depleted making easy prey for the unawares. The mighty river Saraswatti
flows along with its flowering riverbanks in the spring. It was Diana’s
and my job to sabotage vampire activities working in this vicinity, and
area of the neighborhood. Diana and I were on the league of justice and
sworn to the never-ending fight for freedom, we were on the trail of the
greatest international saboteur of them all, Dracula!
The beautiful and mighty river Saraswatti’s known for
its healing capacity, and it was there Diana and I ask: "What might
be and where Dracula had vanished?" It was when the flowers are fragrant,
and blossom in the spring. Dracula and his consort were entities of deception
who, left their victims with no reflection. Clouded behind a cumulus aura
of mystery and suspense, the moon played peek-a-boo in an omniscient sky
as witches danced, and goblins pranced in the night, and black magic filled
the air. Sworn to the never-ending cause of freedom and justice, Diana and
I were on the trail of the greatest saboteur of all time. We searched the
hills, and the plains of the Casaba. We roamed the steppes, and mountainsides
of Algiers. It was the quality of truth to seek a better condition in life,
and education. If you want to fight, fight for a better education. If you
want the disillusionments of war and poverty then submit to the resignation
of its entanglements. Lovely as she was beautiful, deadly as she was cold;
Vampira too, was a victim of her own destruction. The great and mighty Buddha-omnisattva
lives along the flowing riverbank, and it was there Diana and I ask: “What
might exist beyond the farthest reaches of the unknown?” He smiled
with his conch shell, and lotus wheel- eyes bright, pearly white; a baby
boy!
The End
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