Home

The clock ticks away on the wall.
A guitar plays softly somewhere,
looking out over the see of soft light.
I'm back home.
Graves make my path down the hall,
the spirit of myself hangs in the air.
My echoes drift into the night.
I'm going home.
The beat of my piano heart,
one note left in the fireplace.
My face so solemn in this mask.
Lovely hands hold my soul in these empty halls.
I'm back home.

Comments

Bravo

Wonderful Kerion, just excellent!

Fanged Films

From the Library

As the 20th century evolved, rational man turned to science to explain mythology that had pervaded for thousands of years. How could a man be mistaken for a vampire? How could someone appear to have been the victim of a vampire attack? Science, in time, came back with answers that may surprise you.Anemia
A million fancies strike you when you hear the name: Nosferatu!N O S F E R A T Udoes not die!What do you expect of the first showing of this great work?Aren't you afraid? - Men must die. But legend has it that a vampire, Nosferatu, 'der Untote' (the Undead), lives on men's blood! You want to see a symphony of horror? You may expect more. Be careful. Nosferatu is not just fun, not something to be taken lightly. Once more: beware.- Publicity for Nosferatu in the German magazine Buhne und Film, 1922  

Drawn to Vamps?

Vol. 1 No. 2
Vampires & Englishmen
Vol. 1 No. 1
Part 1