Anne Rice
A nointed with your words-
N ever a disappointment, I followed you... entranced.
N ightly your song lingered with me.
E nemies fought, lovers caught, adventure with thought.
R ich in blood with Lestat, the Queen died by his hand.
I n your own life, reality brought strife. Back to your roots you went
C atholic, with Christ in hand, now you write of Him.
E erily I read of His life - yet never will be forgotten our times with Memnoch (the Devil).
A. Green
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