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Gheorghe Coşbuc: Strigoii (Vampires)
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The Christians that are awake, with fear they call The Mother of Christ and-light rushed Incense and garlic on a bronze vessel She...
Mihail Eminescu: Strigoii ( Vampires )
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... for it fades away like smoke above the earth. They bloomed like flowers, were cut like grass, Wrapped up in a linen and buried in ...
George Bacovia: Strigoii ( Vampires )
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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 h...
Christopher John Brennan: The shadow of Lilith
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The tuberose thickens the air: a swoon lies close on open’d calyx and slipt sheath thro’ all the garden bosom-bound beneath dense nig...
Charles Baudelaire
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The Ghost Like angels with wild beast's eyes I shall return to your bedroom And silently glide toward you With the shadows of th...
Mary Elizabeth Frye: Do not stand at my grave and weep
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Do not stand at my grave and weep; I am not there. I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow. ...
Alan Frost: Croglin Grange - a Halloween poem
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A curious place was old Croglin Grange, with a graveyard and church in plain view. And a girl sleeps in fear, one night in some year o...
Jeremy Stewart: Hidden city
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Neighbours had under their house an ossuary blamed it for evil emanating for a block inverted saints manifested supernatural reek th...
Gail-Nina Anderson: The Vampire's Own Alphabet
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A is Anatomised, cut up and pickled B is for bruises, which shouldn't be tickled C is Cadaver, greyish and greenery D is the Dev...
Dana Gioia: Vampire's Serenade (Aria from Nosferatu)
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I am the image that darkens your glass, The shadow that falls wherever you pass. I am the dream you cannot forget, The face you remem...
Clark Ashton Smith: The Poet Talks with the Biographers
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O ghouls of fetid and funereal midnights, Say, what do you uncover in your sad labors? —We have disinterred the Empusa of thy fears A...
Alan Loren: Transfusion Of Love
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Blood oozes down from my lips Adding a touch of crimson to my pale countenance I feed on your essence I sate myself with your love. In...
Vasile Alecsandri: The vampire
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Near the cliff's sharp edge, on high Standing out against the sky, Dost thou see a ruined cross Weatherstained, o'ergrown by...
Thomas Hardy: The Vampirine Fair
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Gilbert had sailed to India’s shore, And I was all alone: My lord came in at my open door And said, “O fairest one!” He leant upon ...
Jack Prelutsky: The Ghoul
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The Ghoul The gruesome ghoul, the grisly ghoul, without the slightest noise waits patiently beside the school to feast on girls and...
Alan Loren: A Vampire's Pain
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A Vampire's Pain As a youth I could not foresee What lay on the road ahead Eternal life, the quest for love My intentions oft m...
dr. Ram Mehta: Dracula castle
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Dracula castle Deep in the Carpathian Mountains Perched atop on a rocky peak Is the castle of prince Dracula of Romania But his way...
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Marina Tsvetaeva: Attempted Jealousy
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Attempted Jealousy What’s it like with another woman – Simpler? – a flash of the oar! – Did the memory of me Soon fade off-shore, ...
Rudyard Kipling: Tomlinson
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Now Tomlinson gave up the ghost at his house in Berkeley Square, And a Spirit came to his bedside and gripped him by the hair— A Spi...
Horace Jeffery Hodges: Succubus
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Succubus She slipped, alone, into my room to moan low sighs upon my ear, and catch me tangled in her hair, and lull me in a sensua...
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