MONSIEUR L'VAMPYRE HEADSTONE
All through the day my self doth sleep
layed to the dark and out of sight
not thinking how my soul may keep
nor if I raise up to the night;
I rest in dark that's cold and deep,
my casket's lid sealed up all tight
my only prayer is death for me
although I know, it cannot be.
The curse of death not ever more
was layed on me and all my seed,
it shackles me to life--the bore,
and makes blood all I ever need
except I also hunger for
the heat of love where-in I feed.
But underneath my casket's stone
I sleep all day, and sleep alone.