April 5, 2007 (DailyRecord.co.uk) - An 11th-century vampire cemetery has been unearthed in Piotrowka, Poland. Skeletons buried face-down and covered with stones were found on a building site. No other information is available at this time.

How do you see me?
You used to call me friend.
But I told you what I am,
And now you call me a freak.

How do you feel about me?
You used to say you loved me.
But now you know the real me,
You look at me with disgust.

Why do you shun me?
We used to be inseparable.
But since I told you how it is,
You avoid me all the time.

Why do you fear me?
You used to say I made you safe.
But now you know the needs I have,
I see in you only mistrust.

Why forsake me now?

George Sylvester Viereck (December 31, 1884 in Munich, died March 18, 1962) was a German-American poet, writer, and propagandist. His father, Louis, born out of wedlock to German actress Edwina Viereck, was reputed to be a son of Kaiser Wilhelm I, although another relative of the Hohenzollern family assumed legal paternity. Louis in the 1870s joined the Marxist socialist movement, and in 1896 emigrated to the United States, followed by his wife and 12-year-old George Sylvester in 1897.

Here upon the mark we stand
Moving upon a mysterious current
Weeping and laughing away the day
Until only shall we slumber

If you should stumble along the marvelous path
And claw your way across the stones
Let is not matter that your flesh rips clean
Nor the blood that shows the way

For to triumph against the tears and anguish
Whispering our names with an intake of breath
Wrapping arms around a redemptive soul
In the back of our minds to welcome us home

So take my hand and allow it to heal

There was nothing that happened , Noone involved,

nothing to miss.

A brief loss of consciousness, asleep at the wheel.

I'm quite well awake now, with time on my side.

Nothing to cling to, nothing to hide.

A very small trip it was,

Couldn't even break my stride.

It never existed, and still never was,