With red lanterns, yellow, green
The vampires pass in night over wheat
And the dogs bark on in the night at the fields
The vampires have entered the loft of an inn,
And the loft is seen to be queerly lit
By red lanterns, yellow, green.
The vampires have returned to the loft to retrieve
Pledges left long ago in their lives …
So goes a story that now I’ve forgotten
That at night, in the inn, there appear silhouettes
With red lanterns, yellow, green.
But when the cock crows toward daybreak,
In a pack the vampires tumbles out of the loft,
`Cross the fields, and in chaos they all disappear,
Either red, yellow or green.
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