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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required 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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