by Midieval Fantasy

Created on: December 23, 2009

<The Memoir of Bartholomew; A Vampire>

Part I

My life is full of flirting and fun

One folly after the other

Not from one trouble do I run

I never listened to my mother

I took joy where it could be had

And I thought nothing was remise

I did not know he was bad

And how much my mortality I would miss

The knife enters into my heart

I feel my blood warring thin

I long for life not to depart

Oh to do it o’er again!

My strength is all but depleted

As I fall gently unto the floor

I feel completely defeated

I can barely hold on anymore

I hear the funeral bells tolling

I see the angel of death

I feel the black waves rolling

As I taste my final breath

I am despairing in my sorrows

As I glimpse into my past

Thinking there are no tomorrows

As the end has found me at last!

____

My coffin is small and secluded

There is no one here but me

My lifeless screams cannot be deluded

As I lay in a tomb full of agony

My soul has not yet left my bones

I am in fear to let my spirit leave

Oh! How loud are my ghostly moans

As I think back on how life did deceive

Death was always in the shadow

I never thought of it happening at all

After all, dying had nothing to endow

I thought from grace I would never fall

I remember the joys that were once oh so fleeting

As the echoes resound off the walls

I have become that which is ne’er receding

In the fears that make up our falls

No white light as once was promise

Is taking my spirit away

I toil forever in the shadowy abyss

Damned to the night’s disarray

No daylight will touch my pale skin

Only darkness from now evermore

Yet finally I feel myself giving in

To that blackened dismal shore

_____

The Grim Reaper takes my hand

He leads me to River Stix

And I am taken to see the land

Of the dead of which I transfix

I give the boatman two coins

He solemnly lets me on board

And a fear engulfs my loins

As I look unto the hoard

I reach a place of endless dark

And sorrow rekindles anew

This place was so desolate and stark

And the pleasure to be had seemed few

Persephone greets me herself

Hades ever by her side

Their beauty exceeded all wealth

And from their splendor I hide

Her voice beckons me to her

And hastily I followed the sound

Hades told me to taste the cure

That would put me back on mortal ground

So I took the unholy chalice

And brought it to my lips

And blood poured in with a malice

As the hunger took over my sips.

_____

Edgar Allan brought me back to the surface

Where everything seemed different and strange

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