Jul. 19, 2012

Exsanguinous Poetry Excerpts

But first, on earth as Vampire sent,
Thy corse shall from its tomb be rent:
Then ghastly haunt the native place,
And suck the blood of all thy race;
There from thy daughter, sister, wife,
At midnight drain the stream of life;
Yet loathe 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 withered on the stem.

Lord Byron. "The Giaour" (1813)