Kiss of the Vampire
Tormentous is the titan’s tear
So tranquil he thus aspires
To catch a fleeting grasp or care
When the morbid moon expires
Pale beneath the endless moon
Within a coffin quietly
A ghost aghast quiescent lays
Nocturnal in his holy state of death
But like the moon will thus arise
To wander beneath midnight’s gentle hand
This vagrant soul shall wake and roam
Nocturnal as some serene nosforatu
Whom creeping bereaved of all but thirst
Looms like a shadow so obsequious
To woo some dreaming maiden’s heart
Farewell I ponder so tranquil
The kiss imparted unto death
That tarnished all her pleading soul
Pale beneath the endless moon
Garbed in white so Gothically
Yet paler still the vampire moves
Forlorn but vogued by fate
This kiss so sensuous in its despair
Fate eternal hath made its vogue
She wandered with a gentle heart
Redolent to the crimson taste
That gives a solace to his soul
So burdened by cruel melancholy
And death’s eternal touch
Allured by words of time
This fiend should thus entice
With lips and fang upon the neck
To cast casts his silhouettes about her form
and wrap her thus in such embrace
Till he hath drank his fill
Lo! upon the wake of night
O fate eternal with a kiss
To taint the even tantalized
Beat of her unbreathing heart
I ponder silently thus the fangs
That leave her weary of her life
Perhaps a quiet rectitude
Left no mark upon the neck
The kiss of the vampire!
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