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Monsieur L'Vampyre Headstone

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.

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