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Dinning thunder of your heartbeat

Pulsing here beneath my lips

Telegraphs along the length

Of veins from neck to fingertips.





Heart that calls, I cannot answer

Trapped so deep in sleep's embrace.

Your incessant measured knocking

Cannot stir me from my place.





Torturer! Have you no mercy?

Cease, now! Let me sleep the day!

No, the tolling instrument

Of torment timpanist must play.





Siren, must you lure me further?

You invade my every dream.

Raging rush of carmine liquid

Drowns me, parched, within its stream.







How to bid him cease his thunder?

Stop him? You will cease to be.

That, unless you join the blood-dance

Tooth to neck, both you and me.





Dare I do it? Would you join me

Thirsting through eternity?

But what difference? After yours

Another heart would beat for me.





Still, the blood-dance never ceases;

Drummers leave, the dance remains.

Hearts will cease; the drummer drumming

Slack his pace and stop--in vain.





Dinner-gong! Do you not know

You call me from my silent bed?

Every evening, never ceasing,

I must hasten to be fed.





Caution drives me to another

Lest your earthly clock I stop;

Drain the cup and crush the bottle

Savoring each velvet drop.





Nay! Stop beating quite so loudly!

Torturer! I'll not thus doom

Another victim to my sentence

Roaming in eternal gloom.





Quickly! Lest the madness take me,

Flee from me, I thee implore.

I will seek another's treasure,

Plundering its liquid store.





Do not seek me out in daylight;

Do not seek me out at night.

I will hunt another lover

For my thirst and my delight.





Someday we may meet at dusk,

Or, maybe we will meet at dawn;

But now to save you from my fate,

My love, I fear I must move on.

Alone I sit on the top of a hill

Thinking of how my unlife has been

Of the pain and the sorrow I've seen

In the eyes of my victims before they lay still.





Though a hunter in darkness I must be

The feelings of guilt always come back

When I sink my teeth in another man's neck

My conscience is the only light left in me.





All I want is to leave the shadows behind

And truly this time I will

For I no longer desire to kill

Thoughts of light are now on my mind.





I'm waiting for the sunrise today

On the lonely hill where I sit

And maybe, I'll catch a glimpse of it

Before the wind blows my ashes away.

She sits beneath the elder-tree

And sings her song so sweet,

And dreams o'er the burn that darksomely

Runs by her moonlight feet.



Her hair is as dark as a starless night,

Her flower face-crown'd face is pale,

But oh, her eyes are lit with light

Of dread ancestral bale.



She sings an eerie song, so wild

With immemoral dule--

Though young and fair Death's mortal child

That sits by that dark pool.



And oft she cries an eldritch scream

When red with human blood

The burn become a crimson stream,

A wild, red, surging flood.



Or shrinks, when some swift tide of tears--

The weeping of the world--

The dark eddying 'neath man's phantom-fears,

Is o'er the red stream hurl'd.



For hours beneath the elder-tree

She broods beside the stream;

Her dark eyes filled with mystery

Her dark soul rapt in dream.



The lapsing flow she heedeth not

Though deepest depths she scans

Life is the shade that clouds her thought,

As Death's the eclipse of man's.



Time seems but as a bitter thing

Remember'd from of yore

Yet ah, (she thinks) her song she'll sing

When Time's long reign is o'er.



Erstwhile she bends alow to hear

What the water sings,

The torrent running darkly clear

With secrets of all things.



And then she smiles a strange sad smile,

And lets her harp lie long

The death-waves oft may rise the while,

She greets them with no song.



Few ever cross that dreary moor,

Few see that flower-crown head;

But whoso knows that wilds song's lure

Knowedth that he is dead.