Oct. 2, 2012

Exsanguinous Poetry Excerpts

But his heart beat quick, and his breath came thick,
And a nameless dread crept o'er him;
Yet he turn'd with delight to his lady bright,
Reclin'd in her beauty before him.

He turned unto his lady true,
And he felt her flutt'ring breath;
When an icy chill through his veins did thrill,
And he shrunk from the grasp of death.

Henry Thomas Liddell, "The Vampire Bride" (1883)