art + classic poetry Vampyre

The Vampyre

But first, on earth as Vampire sent,
Thy corse 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 corse:
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!

~Lord Byron

+poetry Lord Byron
+art Izabella Blue Drayven + reposted from my blog Izabella's Blue http://www.izabella.typepad.com/