"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
Sunday, October 12, 2003
He comes at night when sleep is your lover, he'll penetrate your soul to create another, he steals your dreams as he rapes your mind, so hold on to your dreams...or your bed he will find.