Oct 31st, 2010
Happy Halloween to all. Here is a literary classic of Gothic gloom
by Lord Byron
Thy corpse shall from its tomb be rent: Then ghastly haunt thy native place, And suck the blood of all thy race: There from thy daughter, sister, wife, At midnight drain the stream of life; Yet loathe the banquet By which perforce Must feed thy livid living corpse: Thy victims, ere they yet expire, Shall know the demon for their sire, As cursing thee, thou cursing them, Thy flowers are wither'd on the stem... Wet with thine own best blood shall drip Thy gnashing tooth and haggard lip; Then stalking to thy sullen grave, Go--and with Gouls and Afrits rave; Till these in horror shrink away From spectre more accursed than they! |
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