3WW: A Calamitous Saga of Misfortune and Failure

So here’s a sad thing to occur
A tale of great catastrophe
And tender souls may just prefer
To skip this blog entirely.
Those readers this does not deter
I hope you all will quite agree
That nowhere else on earth exists
A story so forlorn as this.

The drama starts one stormy night
Within a castle far away
A flash of lightning, clear and bright
Reveals a scene of old cliché:
A vampire, veiled as bat in flight
Intrudes in search of easy prey
Evading guards in dark and gloom
He enters a damsel’s bedroom.

So, there she lies, quite fast asleep
The type on whom brave heroes dote
Her blonde locks elegantly sweep
About a diamond at her throat
The sight of her could make men weep
And of her beauty much is wrote
But while she dreams in comfort fine
That vampire bold prepares to dine.

What tragedy was to ensue!
(I pray, forgive the Sturm und Drang)
He tried the lady’s neck to chew
But with a most emphatic twang
He bit her diamond pendant true
And thus was broke a sharpened fang.
Where tidy teeth once were aligned
A ragged hole now was defined.

With that awoke the sleeping dame
Who laughed in our poor hero's face.
His sorry ailment drew great fame
And all made fun of his disgrace
Unable to live with the shame
He disappeared without a trace.
For the saddest thing, and that’s the truth
Is a vampire with a broken tooth.

The 3WW words are occur, ragged and tidy