Young Dara Culantro
rode through the snow
on Valkyrie her unicorn
to the place where she was born
Wouldn't make it over the hill
Valkyrie couldn't take her
but the pure white dragon will
Stormbird Throneshaker
Up on the dragons back
she said bye to Valkyrie
and when her fingers snapped
they flew out of the flurries
Now in a moonlight view
way above the clouds
Dara Culantro flew
in her long black shroud
over the Carpathian Mountains
to the dark castle below
where blood flows from fountains
they land in the ruby red snow
Dara knew not to tire
and when the time was right
she would take dragons fire
and end the Frankenstein monsters life
For Dara Culantro
just so happens to be
the only daughter of Dracula
whos blood is thicker
than water you see
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