"In tombs of gold and lapis lazulim, Bodies of holy men and women exude, Miraculous oil, odour of violet. But under heavy loads of clay lies bodies of the Vampires full of blood: Their shrouds are bloody and their lips are wet."
By William Yeats
Monday, October 13, 2003
Do not ask which creature screams in the night, Do not question who waits for you in the shadow. It is my cry that wakes you in the night, And my body that crouches in the shadow. I am Enigmatic and you are the puppet That dances to my tune.