Jason Zapata

Tag: poetry

  • I, Dracula: Part Three

    By Jason Zapata

    There are some divisions no force can reconcile
    My presence is a blasphemy the faithful resists
    To keep humanity ignorant such evil exists
    I dwelled in the Carpathian Mountains in self exile
    Power and wealth I began to gradually compile
    Plotting a conquest even God could not dismiss
    Fulfilling my role as adversary and antithesis
    The only purpose I held to be worthwhile
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  • "A New Path"

    By Jason Zapata

    I will not allow this history to play out again
    My cyclical existence maintains but one purpose
    To force this restless spirit into conflict once more
    Fighting futile struggles with inevitable conclusions
    No longer will I participate in a self-perpetuating purgatory
    Haunted with the specters of unrequited love and defeat
    Accepting this fate would be an act of capitulation
    Decisions I’ve made created the circuit before me
    But I renounce those choices and walk a new path

  • ‘Stiltskin Inc.

    By Jason Zapata

    Perhaps I should have insisted on seeing an offer letter
    But during the interview process no one really suspects
    Their boss of being a gnome with a napoleon complex
    Tragically, the working conditions proved to be no better
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  • The Rain

    By Jason Zapata

    It’s raining again in this world I carry
    A sky of troubled clouds drift ominously
    Over a turbulent sea whose waves crash
    Against the windswept shore I stand on
    The dull rumble of distant thunder sounds
    Reverberating throughout its somber depths
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  • A Girl Named Salem

    By Jason Zapata

    What did I do to become so feared and maligned
    A guiltless woman puritanical men apprehended
    Was I really so threatening to Christendom’s kind
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  • I, Dracula: Part Two

    By Jason Zapata

    I ruthlessly sought to end Wallachia’s state of unrest
    By enslaving the Boyars who could not escape guilt
    Traitors who labored until Poenari’s walls were rebuilt
    Because they dared to aid the Ottomans in their conquest
    Those slaves who survived were impaled on my behest
    On the shores of the Raul Roameni their blood was spilt
    Where I had recovered Elisabeta’s body from the silt
    With my power secure I began the campaign in Bucharest
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  • I, Dracula: Part One

    By: Jason Zapata

    By the Order of The Dragon I was knighted
    To defend Wallachia and faithfully support
    His holiness Pope Pius II’s crusade to thwart
    The Turks who left Constantinople blighted
    Crescent moons marked that land as benighted
    Many prayed for the fall of the Ottoman Court
    I never possessed a tongue for such a resort
    Battle was the only psalm I wished recited
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  • My Redeemer

    By: Jason Zapata

    What Hell I have dragged her through.
    This devoted conscience bound in flesh.
    Rescuing me from fires of fault and flaw,
    The flames of my failures sear her.
    Irrationally she remains by my side still.
    Faithful in her belief I will someday honor
    All the promises I have yet to fulfill.
    I caress her lovely face.
    She is my guardian angel,
    My would-be saving grace.

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  • Abdul Alhazred

    By: Jason Zapata

    As a man in Sana’a I heard their voices
    The inhuman dialect flooded my mind
    With images of a vast nameless city
    Lying in the wastes of Roba El Khaliyeh

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  • Nothing Can Be Explained

    By: Jason Zapata

    The past unremittingly seeks dominion over me.
    A struggle for sovereignty taking place behind,
    The haunted windows that are my troubled eyes.
    Bygone battles and conflict play out in my mind,
    Locking swords against what I believe in now.
    But which blade will shatter under the strain?
    There is no answer to this question.
    Nothing can be explained.

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