Nosferatu.

by Steven Beesley   Sep 28, 2005


Nosferatu:

Such a Gothic tragedy.
Once a noble man,
whose destiny was the sleep of the undead.
What a dreaded curse to bear.

Immortality, but at it\'s worst.
To feed on blood,
quench your thirst that cannot be stopped.
You shall embrace the vain and beautiful out of spite.

Repose by day,
feed only by night.
You were the first;
of the phantoms of the deep dark night.

You\'re also known by many other names.
Vampyre, Prince of Darkness is by far your greatest fame.
How many undead have you spawned?
You yearn for the day your soul is finally set free.

Steven Beesley (c)

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  • 19 years ago

    by Forsaken Redeemer

    This is a gr8 poem, more my kinda thing thn sum o ur uthas.

    xXx

  • 19 years ago

    by Bill Turner

    I have always found tales of Nosferatu interesting....starting with Vlad the Impaler and his denouncement of the church, his becoming a pagan blood worshipper.....