FicWad

But first on earth, as Vampyre 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, ere they yet expire,

Shall know the demon for their sire;

As cursing thee, thou cursing them,

Thy flowers are withered on the stem.

But one that for thy crime must fall,

The youngest, best beloved of all,

Shall bless thee with a father's name--

That word shall wrap thy heart in flame!

Yet thou must end thy task and mark

Her cheek's last tinge--her eye's last spark

And the last glassy glance must view

Which freezes o'er its lifeless blue;

Then with unhallowed hand shall tear

The tresses of her yellow hair,

Of which, in life a lock when shorn

Affection's fondest pledge was worn-

But now is borne away by thee

Memorial to thine agony!

Yet with thine own best blood thall drip

Thy gnashing tooth, and haggard lip;

Then stalking to thy sullen grave

Go-and with Ghouls and Afrits rave,

Till these on horror shrink away

From spectre more accursed than they.






((Gosh I love this one.))