The Vampyre - Lord Byron

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But first on earth, as Vampyre sent Thy corse shall from its tomb be rent; Then ghastly haunt the native place And suck the blood of all thy race; There from thy daughter, sister, wife At midnight drain the stream of life; Yet loathe the banquet which perforce Must feed thy livid living corse Thy victims, ere they yet expire Shall know the demon for their sire; As cursing thee, thou cursing them Thy flowers are withered on the stem But one that for thy crime must fall The youngest, best beloved of all Shall bless thee with a father's name— That word shall wrap thy heart in flame! Yet thou must end thy task and mark Her cheek's last tinge—her eye's last spark And the last glassy glance must view Which freezes o'er its lifeless blue; Then with unhallowed hand shall tear The tresses of her yellow hair Of which, in life a lock when shorn Affection's fondest pledge was worn— But now is borne away by thee Memorial of thine agony! Yet with thine own best blood shall drip; Thy gnashing tooth, and haggard lip; Then stalking to thy sullen grave Go—and with Gouls and Afrits rave Till these in horror shrink away From spectre more accursed than they
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- Lord Byron