The Vampire's Lament: Cantos XXVI-XXXI

Narrative Verse

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The Vampire’s Lament: Cantos XXVI-XXXI

by Cosmic Poet Simon Pole

XXVI

An itching was in his brain,
An inkling of childhood strain,
Their baptism in this cult,
Where on the weak they exult;
A peasant town, neat and trim,
Which they first in bat-shape skimmed,
Spying out the brightest doors,
Houses with a happy core;
T…