The forest of stakes kept the army away

Except for one Turkish bey

As he followed his enemy through the night

No one noticed the Impaler's flight.

He ran through the snowy Carpathians and forest

Allowing his enemy's power to flourish

But he was captured and thrown into a cell

Sentenced to live through twelve years of hell.

After he was set free

He was sent back to his kingdom eager to lead

But a few years later, nobody knows how

His body was found.

It lay in a ditch, headless and mangled

But no assassin was ever strangled

He was laid to rest and was left in peace

Until several centuries later, several men disturbed his peace

And dug up his noble grave.

But there was no body or bones,

Only broken pottery and animal bones.

To this day the mystery has never been solved,

But the Romanians for long have had this resolved.

There is no body for their hero is a vampire,

Only coming out at night to build his empire.

And that is the tale my good friend,

Of how Prince Vlad met his end.