Dracula

I killed Dracula last night;
Bastard just wouldn't give up--
Kept getting uglier and standing up again.
In the end it was fruitless;
I put him down--but not for good--
He'll come back in the next game.
I guess that's life; the more we fight,
The less beautiful we become.
The older we get, the uglier we get,
And the more stubborn we end up.
Poor Dracula's doomed to relive the same fate,
Over and over again.
Rise to fall; fall to rise.
Sometimes we learn, but usually
We don't.
Only Dorian Grey can show us the same face
No matter how many mistakes he makes,
No matter how many times he falls.
He and Dracula are cut from the same cloth;
One painted his ugliness away--
The other embraced it.
But for us normal people
Pain, wasted effort, determination
All show up on our face.
And, unlike Dracula,
We only get one chance.