Headstone--Monsieur L'Vampyre--

HEADSTONE (Monsieur L'Vampyre) All through the day my soul 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 life forever more was put 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. © ron wilson aka vee bdosa (Attempting to get enough new Monsieur L'Vampyre poetry for my next book, MONSIEUR L'VAMPYRE MEETS THE WEREWOLF. Yes, Monsieur L'Vampyre indeed knows how to spell "Le Vampire," but he also knows how to spell his name, and his name is L'Vampyre.