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A poem I adore
03:03 Nov 19 2013
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A poem from Lord Byron called "The Glamour: A Fragment of a Turkish Tale'(1813)

But first on earth, as Vampire sent

They corpse shall from its tomb be rent;

Then ghastly haunt thy native place,

And suck the blood of all they race;

There from they daughter, sister, wife,

At midnight drain the stream of life;

Yet loathe the banquet which perforce

Must feed they 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 withered on the stem...

Yet with thine own best blood shall drip

Thy gnashing tooth and haggard lip;

Then stalking to thy sullen grave,

Go - and with Gouls and Afrists rave;

Till these in horro shrink away

From spectre more accursed than they!

COMMENTS

NellMorgan
22:57 Nov 22 2013

I always adored Lord Byron's poetry. He died so young and was a great dark talent. Byron himself inspired the romantic Vampire and the Byronic hero. His Doctor was also a writer (John Polidori author of the novella 'The Vampyre' which modern Vampire literature owes a debt to) and based his Vampire Lord Ruthven on Byron himself.