Count Dracula

He lies with folded arms across his chest
Still and quiet
as if he his sleeping
A coffin for a bed
Deep within a dark ancient tomb
Only creatures of the night to keep him company
Undisturbed for centuries  
Yet he still looks young and handsome
No evidence of his eternal existence
No wrinkles formed upon his pale skin
Though he has been around for years
What is his secret?  
No man wants to know
For He is the lord of the undead
He is the Lord of darkness
Lord of those who walk the night
He is known as Count Dracula