Twas the night before Christmas, and far beneath the waves
Vile creatures were feeding and flashing their fangs.
Their victims hung from pillars by shackles and chains,
Helpless and hopeless, their veins soon to be drained.

Joe, the child First Mate, recoils with dread,
With Visions of Doc drinking blood besieging his head.
And as Dracula looms with a gore covered smile,
The world’s fate depends on Daredevil courage and guile.