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Post by Lady Ariana on Jun 16, 2004 18:04:14 GMT -5
"But first, on earth as Vampire sent, Thy corpse 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 loathe the banquet which perforce Must feed thy livid living corpse. Thy victims are they yet expire Shall know the demon for their sire, As cursing thee, thou cursing them, Thy flowers withered on the stem." -Lord Byron (Giaour)
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Post by Wolf Song on Feb 23, 2005 23:13:52 GMT -5
Beautiful, I really liked that one, I hope you post alot more of your poems.
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