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Bela.
As once he was the undead Count
Now Bela sleeps the endless sleep
Cloaked in a cape, ne'er to surmount
Dark secrets of the grave, he keeps
'Neath California's Holy Cross
Bereft now in his deathly bloom
Time's rotting flowers all strewn across
With pure brides filing past his tomb
Must methadone have killed his art?
"The Final Curtain", still unread!
Beloved father, broken, bloody hearts
An eternity he'll be, "Undead"
Original Dark Poetry.
Copyright © Craig Detheridge.
2015 - 2018.
Now Bela sleeps the endless sleep
Cloaked in a cape, ne'er to surmount
Dark secrets of the grave, he keeps
'Neath California's Holy Cross
Bereft now in his deathly bloom
Time's rotting flowers all strewn across
With pure brides filing past his tomb
Must methadone have killed his art?
"The Final Curtain", still unread!
Beloved father, broken, bloody hearts
An eternity he'll be, "Undead"
Original Dark Poetry.
Copyright © Craig Detheridge.
2015 - 2018.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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