Abraham "Bram" Stoker (November 8, 1847 – April 20, 1912) was an Irish novelist and short story writer, best known today for his 1897 Gothic novel Dracula. During his lifetime, he was better known as personal assistant of actor Henry Irving and business manager of the Lyceum Theatre in London, which Irving owned.

Neil Gaiman: Vampire Sestina

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I wait here at the boundaries of dream, all shadow-wrapped. The dark air tastes of night, so cold and crisp, and I wait for my love.

The moon has bleached the colour from her stone.

She'll come, and then we'll stalk this petty world alive to darkness and the tang of blood.

It is a lonely game, the quest for blood, but still, a body's got the right to dream
and I'd not give it up for all the world. The moon has leeched the darkness from the night. I stand in shadows, staring at her stone: Undead, my lover… O, undead my love?

I dreamt you while I slept today and love meant more to me than life—meant more than blood!

The sunlight sought me, deep beneath my stone, more dead than any corpse but still a-dream until I woke as vapour into night and sunset forced me out into the world.

For many centuries I've walked the world dispensing something that resembled love—a stolen kiss, then back into the night contented by the life and by the blood. And come the morning I was just a dream, cold body chilling underneath a stone.

I said I would not hurt you. Am I stone to leave you prey to time and to the world? I offered you a truth beyond your dreams while all you had to offer was your love. I told you not to worry, and that blood tastes sweeter on the wing and late at night.

Sometimes my lovers rise to walk the night… Sometimes they lie, a corpse beneath a stone, and never know the joys of bed and blood of walking through the shadows of the world; instead they rot to maggots. O my love they whispered you had risen, in my dream.

I've waited by your stone for half the night but you won't leave your dream to hunt for blood.

Goodnight, my love. I offered you the world.

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