Brave Harris reclined with his newlywed wife,
the fair, flaxen-haired Merri-Jean,
together they spoke of a soft, happy life,
planned each step of their future without any strife;
they surely ignored Castle Fein.

“Oh, Harris,” she cried as she looked at the moon,
“I shall treasure you truly, so true,
that if ever my love for you waxes jejune.
or if ever my heart starts to stray, just as soon,
you must kiss my white neck ‘til I’m blue.”

They laughed and they loved through that summertime year
then the Don, he brought on a world war.
Brave Harris enlisted and trained in grunt’s gear,
they sent him to Iraq as combat engineer -
Sweet Merri-Jean began to grow sore.

Then one night, a cruel winters night,
Merri-Jean had her first real nightmare:
she saw the gray castle far off to the right;
she came to approach it despite her great fright;
an owl hoots to her left - she is there.

Over the moat and past buttresses high,
the air soon grew foul with decay;
she crept through a small, secret door which was nigh,
past flambeaus and cobwebs - she thought she would die!
At last she came to where Count Fein lay.

She looks on his face with a morbid delight;
her eyes were aglow with despair.
Count Fein was a thousand years old on this night.
The prophecy said she’d be there - it was right!
Merri-Jean became lost in his stare.

But the Count was invested in chivalrous code -
he gave her one chance to withdraw;
but it was she who was lambent, who so ghastly glowed;
it was she who on him her honor bestowed -
Outside croaks the raven in awe.

Nothing of heaven or earth could have prepared
poor Merri-Jean for that horror bed;
red, dancing demons and green eidolon scared
her wits from her brain as her bosom she bared:
she soon came to wish she were dead.

Count Fein had his way but he wanted her blood;
he’d let her keep fresh for a while;
he sent her to stay in the dark dungeon crud
where she lived among worms and slept in the mud,
but things were about to turn vile.

On the night that the cold winter moon, glowing green,
eclipsed interstellar waves,
the planets aligned with fair earth in between;
auroras and haloes and glories were seen -
and Brave Harris returned from the graves!

He found her with blind and watery eyes -
dead senses tuned-in to despair;
he wanted to give her a special surprise,
while swarming with flesh-eating maggots and flies -
from behind he came… reached for her hair…

But Look! Into the room leaps the Vamp,
with fire-like spells fo command!
Brave Harris attacks to defend his blonde tramp
who watches the fight in dim light from the lamp:
the newlywed dead makes his brave stand.

See! Harris fight like a tempest machine!
See! His eyes dripping with goo!
And Harris the Brave defeated Count Fein!
Gave out a great shriek, then grabbed Merri-Jean -
chewed on her neck ‘til she was blue.

Since then, ghouls haunt the Count’s castle grounds,
Two ghosts, in fact, share his dark night:
Harris the Brave spins his wife round and round
as they dance to where all of our horrors are found,
to the pale winter Goshawk’s delight.

With fire-like spells of command

Nice write .

Well at least they are not saying “tl-dr”