Dracula Rat from the Dark Side
Looming sphere of rust and hazard,
A fortress of tunnels, poised to strike.
The Great Gnu whispers, “dum-dum,”
Shadows crawling along the walls.
A rasping breath moves through the tunnels—
Measured, unseen, obeyed.
🅱️ Bo Skywalker leads his wingmen—oxygen check—
Setting charges with surgical precision,
Clearing the way, guiding the fleet of starships
Through tunnels alive with flies and writhing worms.
Acrid whispers drift through the air,
A scent of decay—surreal, leery.
The tunnels shiver.
Pipes groan under pressure.
Walls begin to give.
With a flash of light—his saber strikes true.
Dracula Rat falls.
Head severed.
The fortress quivers, its core rupturing,
Pipes and tunnels exploding.
Wingmen break free—
Rocketing through narrow shafts.
The lair detonates behind them—
Flames licking the tunnels,
Shadows dancing along the walls.
🅱️ Bo glances back—
The Great Gnu is gone,
“dum-dum” lingering in the air.
Light returns to Ra-Ra-Ratatron’s skies,
The acrid scent fading into mist.
Tunnels fall silent.
The skies hold their breath.
Stars glint in distant arcs,
A quiet reminder of battles past.
What was lost is found.
The dark side of tunnels—vanquished.
Halloween drifts in the air,
Shadow and light weaving through memory.
🅱️ Bo and his wingmen vanish into legend,
The lair a smoldering echo.
Ra-Ra-Ratatron rests—
Its echoes remember.
