Vlad, Usurper!
Vlad, usurper, slurping up,
Existence from his hidden cup,
To spring forth, welcomed by the throng,
Who worried about what could go wrong.
And here we see him, well-prepared,
To meet his audience, and be shared.
He seems to accept the focused light,
With equanimity, which is right,
For is he not of noble birth?
The first child born above the Earth,
As travel takes him on a path,
Of upward spirals, (Do the math!)
We shall watch, and bide the hours,
‘Til the child displays his powers,
His iron fist so velvet-gloved,
Because he has been so well loved.
NicknamedBob . . . February 25, 2006