Nosferatu Immortalis
Bathed in morning’s pure glorious light, go forth and find your peace.On a cold dark night a figure stood, Pale face shrouded in darkened hood, Statuesque, as though carved from wood; No beauty held the night sky. As pale as soapstone, his damp cold skin, No breath to see nor heartbeat within, A tear rolled down from cheek to chin; To stand alone and cry. The sobbing, such a sorrowful tune, Witnessed only by the resolute moon, Release he wished and ever so soon From the curse of eternal lif...
