User:Polarwolf/quotes

Thy corse shall from its tomb be rent:

Then ghastly haunt thy 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.

Curving with the trees so white

With leaves of orange, red and gold

And branches twisting in the cold

Until the darkness overcomes

The light that dances with the sun

And all that once was so alive

Fades away into the night