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This Is Where You Bury 'Em, Folks.

Vampyral
 
Creeps the night, void of light, so begins
     the search of nine
     unholy delight -
Search in hope to pierce new skin, and
     fill then empty with
     mine sin.
 
In silent stealth, creapt wtih the Raven, each
     whose desires are of
     the craven -
Past cascades of Midnights darkest, even in
     these we have
     no haven.
 
To the home of princess sleeping, maiden
     virgin, could be no more
     than nine -
As here she lies now for my drinking, for
     'pon her neck 'tis where
     I'll dine.
 
And fill her lacking now with wishes, she'll
     not understand but
     much fulfill -
For she is now of the Chosen, and to
     survive must
     nightly kill.
 
Still in a sense, survive it's not, void of life in
     fact, death in
     existence -
Wandering infinite in finite pieces, from which
     there is no
     repentence.
 
Shall her spirit then be stolen, placed in a
     hole with no front, back
     or side -
And other spirits lost in time, will she with
     these forever
     reside?
 
But ah, with twilight comes the dawning, as
     the midnight has come to
     pass -
So unto the caverns of mine keeping, until
     the midnight returns,
     alas.
 
By Michael Allel Alphin, November 1, 1988.
 

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