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Prick the layers of my broken

heart with the claws of deciet ,

Laugh as my blood drips to the floor and pool

at your feet.

Love and hate go hand and hand through

this place.

Alone I seek salvation for my lost soul,and

my own space.

"Why is my sleep disquieted?

"Who is he that calls the dead?

"Is it thou, Oh King? Behold

"Bloodless are these limbs, and cold:

"Such are mine; and such shall be

"Thine, to-morrow, when with me:

"Ere the coming day is done,

"Such shalt thou be, such thy son.

"Fare thee well, but for a day,

"Then we mix our mouldering clay.

"Thou, thy race, lie pale and low,

"Pierced by shafts of many a bow;

"And the falchion by thy side,

"To thy heart, thy hand shall guide:

"Crownless, breathless, headless fall,

"Son and sire, the house of Saul!"

But first,on earth as vampire sent,

Thy corpse shall fall from its tomb be rent:

Then ghastly haunt thy native place,

And suck the blood of all thy race:

There from the daughter, sister, wife,

At midnight drain the stream of life.







I heard this poem a long time ago. I was told it was written by "LORD BYRON".