DWELLER OF THE DARK
The Dweller of the Dark is out of their tomb!!!
Curious hands desecrated the graves of the undead;
(Antoine Valterre became the Devil’s king.)
Till they found a silver coffin to their dread.
Fascination became terror when they opened the lid,
Eyes fluorescent and fangs sanguine that box had hid.
(A vampire’s thirst is a deadly thing.)–JL
Mythological Masterpiece: ‘Prometheus’ by Lord Byron
Thou art a symbol and a sign
To Mortals of their fate and force;
Like thee, Man is in part divine,
A troubled stream from a pure source;
And Man in portions can foresee
His own funereal destiny;
His wretchedness, and his resistance,
And his sad unallied existence:
To which his Spirit may oppose
Itself—and equal to all woes,
And a firm will, and a deep sense,
Which even in torture can descry
Its own concenter’d recompense,
Triumphant where it dares defy,
And making Death a Victory.
–Lord Byron (Prometheus)
Best Dracula Tale: ‘Dracula’s Guest’ By Bram Stoker
“The shelter of even a tomb was welcome in that pitiless tempest, and I was about to enter it when there came a flash of forked-lightning that lit up the whole expanse of the heavens. In the instant, as I am a living man, I saw, as my eyes were turned into the darkness of the tomb, a beautiful woman, with rounded cheeks and red lips, seemingly sleeping on a bier. As the thunder broke overhead, I was grasped as by the hand of a giant and hurled out into the storm. The whole thing was so sudden that, before I could realise the shock, moral as well as physical, I found the hailstones beating me down. At the same time I had a strange, dominating feeling that I was not alone. I looked towards the tomb. Just then there came another blinding flash, which seemed to strike the iron stake that surmounted the tomb and to pour through to the earth, blasting and crumbling the marble, as in a burst of flame.” —Bram Stoker (Dracula’s Guest)
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