Last Sight

It was the third night he dated this lovely mysterious lady.
Halloween was drawing close and on this night she wanted to visit her departed husbands grave.
The head stone read 'The Count'. I see he was of royal blood, how did he die he asked.
Choked on a stake she replied. Then suddenly asked him to kiss her.
He closed his eyes and as he felt them drawing closer, as most all men do he opened his eyes.