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En pastisch på William Blakes The Tyger.


The Vampire

Vampire! Vampire! Flying high,
Under a dark blue moonlit sky,
Flying fast, thou hunt for blood,
Art thou just misunderstood?

When the Devil took thine heart
And ripped thine human life apart,
Burned a fire in thine eyes
As thou stared at distant skies?

Thou, a divine beauty of thy kind,
Thy face will hide thine evil mind,
What sharp fang, and what pale skin
Could spread thy quiet, deadly sin?

Large black wings, uplifting air
Takes thee to thy daily lair,
Why must thou, child of night
Fear the sunbeam and the light?

As thine heart will never beat,
Thou will never feel the heat
Of warm blood inside thy veins,
Is coldness now all that remains?

Vampire! Vampire! Flying high,
Under a dark blue moonlit sky,
Flying fast, thou hunt for blood,
Thou art just misunderstood.




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Publicerad 2006-11-06 21:01



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Hemsk... men på ett vacket sätt...:) Tycker om den!
2007-05-16
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