Land of the Vampyr

Another poetry attempt. I was watching Dracula 1931. Free-form.

Forgo all amenities while traversing the Borgo Pass

The Borgo pass that snakes and coils
The Carpathian Mountains, home to castles of royal

Upside down fangs, they might look to some
A wide grin, bidding wayward travelers to come

Beware the Borgo Pass

Unless a crucifix is your attire
For the Borgo Pass is the land of the Vampyr

And, if weary, you should find sleep, it is said
That you may wake to find yourself one of the undead