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Hair fine as silk
The color of spun gold
Skin pale as the new fallen snow
Voice like the angels
Smile like the sun
Eyes so deep
A man could lose himself within
And be happy in doing so

Louis Giuseppi
October 19, 2001

There are many strange things in Transylvania;
Like wolves howling in the night,
Listen to them!
Children of the night! What sweet music they make!

Now is the trembling moment of our heart to heart dance between life
And death,
Which looms larger than life.
Together we will cross oceans of time embraced in that immortal kiss.

At dusk we will awake, like a bat together we will fly to quench our
Never ending thirst,
Seeking mortals from the villages and towns closeby,
We will drain the land of it's crimson soul,

James Hume Nisbet (1849-1923), author and artist, was born on 8 August 1849 at Stirling, Scotland, son of James Nisbet, house-decorator, and his wife Jane, née Hume. He was educated in letters under Rev. Dr James Culross and in painting under the artist Sam Bough, R.S.A. Of a roving disposition, at 16 he went to Melbourne and found various jobs. About 1868 he spent a year playing small parts with Walter Montgomery and others at the Theatre Royal. He then wandered around eastern Australia, New Zealand and the South Sea Islands.