"Enchanted Haven: A Hotel Transylvania Reverie"

In the tranquil realm where enchantment thrives,

A tale unfolds in wondrous, mystical dives.

I sing of Hotel Transylvania's mystical art,

A haven where creatures find solace and depart.

Oh, Enchanted Haven, where fantasy resides,

In Wordsworth's voice, your magic gently glides.

Within your walls, a refuge from the mundane,

Where monsters find solace, freed from disdain.

Through misty hills and ancient woods they come,

Creatures of the night seeking respite from the sun.

Dracula, the noble host with gentle grace,

Welcomes his guests with a smile on his face.

Oh, Mavis, his daughter, a beacon of light,

Yearning to explore beyond the veil of night.

In her, the spirit of wonder does ignite,

As she embraces love's transformative flight.

Within these walls, a tapestry unfurls,

Of family, friendship, and a world of curls.

The werewolf pack, a boisterous affair,

Finding unity in chaos, beyond compare.

Through laughter and dance, their spirits soar,

As friendships blossom, fears no more.

Hotel Transylvania, an idyllic retreat,

Where love and acceptance make souls complete.

In Wordsworth's verse, the sublime takes flight,

Capturing the essence of day and night.

The beauty of nature and human connection,

Echoed in this magical hotel's reflection.

So let us raise our voices, in Wordsworth's embrace,

To Hotel Transylvania's enchanting grace.

A haven where monsters find solace and cheer,

In a world where fantasy conquers all fear.

Oh, Enchanted Haven, thy magic unfolds,

In William Wordsworth's verse, a story that holds.

A testament to the power of love and dreams,

Where Hotel Transylvania forever gleams.