Nosferatu's Lament...Sitting in the towerMore Like This
For a century or more,
Watching dust and cobwebs gather
Upon the walls and floor
As the sun and moon flit swiftly
Past the window high above,
Where the skulking, black-winged
Vampyr-Bat hath seized
The snow-white dove...
I used to slip into the town
When the midnight bell did toll,
To walk among the living folk
And watch each simple soul
Go about their quiet lives;
I did not wish to kill--
But the horrid Thirst compelled me,
And each night a heart I'd still...
But even Vampires get old and tired,
I stir not from my tomb
I feed on dreams and memories,
As I ponder my doom.
Brother Widmo's ConfessionI was born in the Year of the Plague;More Like This
Mother looked on my face and went mad,
While the midwife cut her own throat.
I was raised by the monks of St. Vitus;
They kept me safe, a curséd innocent,
Hidden in the shadowed cloisters...
There were nuns at St. Vitus, as well;
I used to watch a novice, lovely girl,
Her name was Genevieve.
She was not afraid of my pale sharp face;
My pointed ears made her laugh,
And my long, long fingers she held in her hand.
I tried to kiss her but it went all wrong--
My teeth sank into her white throat,
And the sweetest golden taste filled my mouth!
The monks were most upset;
Widmo, they said, we dreaded this,
Your father's blood is showing...
They locked me in my cell;
And tried to exorcise the curse--
It didn't go so well...
I was frightened;
The Bell, the Book, the Candle burned!
I cried out, unknown words---
My brothers screamed in fear;
Their faces twisted, went ghastly pale,
Their fingers grew, like mine.
We are a family now;
The Brothers Nosferatu,
Medusa's Deadliest Weapon...More Like This
Perseus, don't cut off my head,
The glittering Gorgon slyly said;
She shook her serpentine locks, and Lo!
Golden tresses from head to toe
Slithered down her sinuous frame---
The hero froze, we cannot blame
Perseus for dropping his sharp sword;
In his burning ear she whispered words
Of sweet, seductive, dark delight...
Another Hero lost, that night!
FeelingHow am I to be rid of this feeling?More Like This
I feel it deep within my soul,
a burning feeling where my heart aches
deep in my chest.
I do not know why this feeling stings.
I have not done anything to anyone,
I am certain no one is mean to me,
quite true where I have all these people
to love and cherish me.
Then why do I feel this way?
What selfish reason is there for me
to act like a putrid monster.
I hold my plush close to my heart and
speak against its ear,
pretending that it can hear me soothes my soul.
It is like all those years ago,
where the feeling first started and I begin to cry.
The difference between then and now,
is that this feeling now feels...