If you can guess who wrote this I'll think of somethin to give you.
But first, on earth as Vampire sent,
Thy corse shall from its tomb be rent:
Then ghastly haunt thy native place,
And suck the blood of all thy race:
There from thy daughter, sister, wife,
At midnight drain the stream of life;
Yet laothe the banquet which perforce
Must feed thy livid living corse:
Thy victims, ere they yet expire,
Shall know the demon for their sire,
As cursing thee, thou cursing them,
Thy flowers are wither'd on the stem...
Wet with thine own best blood shall drip
Thy gnashing tooth and haggard lip;
Then stalking to thy sullen grace,
Go- and with Gouls and Afrits rave;
Till these in horror shrink away
From spectre more accursed than they!
Unknown "Running Wind" Adored
- 16 years, 4 months, 10 days ago
