Vampires

[George.Wright]

and the dark moonlight night was about to change to a red virgin dawn
and i had left my victim surrounded by blood and procol harlem white on the asylum lawn
I must escape to the safe haven of my mother tomb
before the godly light tampers with the dark of the starry gloom
and i flew the night like a dark stealth bat glider
skimming over the trees and disturbing the work of the morning spider
back to the undead coffin with my blessed mother soil
lateness would only allow my unholy blood to boil
and i settled the lid down to keep out all of the light of the divine day
sleep past the goodness and the possible conflict of duality away
Dream of the horned one, conjured up on the Greek isle of Thrace
remembering him as the morning star, in his dramatic fall of grace
sent down to rule the world, from his strange fall from space
and i thought that vampires exist on the blood of the living
living immortal by seizing and never giving
their fountain of youth is the blood of the human life
and can exist most undisturbed in the fields of bloody strife
and create more of the undead to persue their hate and lust for the holy existance
that look for more battery life in a strange dream trance
vampires do exist, forget the bloody romance

[Ben Kelly]

George

Hairy Tick has just sent some material to add to your new poem. He said make some curtains and close them in front of the screen, as you are letting in too much light in the world.

George the Vampire version of Ben.

My best vampire joke would cause too much trouble here so I'll save it for a choicer moment.


Cheers


Ben

[George.Wright]

What is your joke, Ben?
Georges