Vampyre! Vampyre! shining bright
above the forest filled with light,
What authorial pen or style
Could tame thy evil purgatory?
In what story swept with lies
Shimmers daylight’s sunny skies?
On what threat that seems so dire?
What the stake dare piece the sire?
And what temper, and what lust,
Takes the vampyre and breaks a trust?
And when thy fear began to die,
What dread fang? and what dread eye?
What the spellchecker? what the leap?
In what coffin was thy sleep?
What the novel? what dread soul
Dare its conscience take its toll?
When the night threw out their dead,
And evil banish’d from their bed,
Did the author smile to see?
Did society who made Dracula make thee?
Vampyre! Vampyre! shining bright
Above the forest filled with light.
What authorial pen or style,
Could tame thy evil purgatory?





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