Death to the wicked, I declare
Peace to the restless whom I scare
Kill for spite;
What an appetite
For destruction it is that I have
Listening for my scream
Seeing my delight
Madness in my eyes
Sparkles very bright
Searing heat seizes me;
Chilling coldness grips
My body rebels that which is given
For now I cannot see
Laughing just for spite
Crying out with all my might
Pleading with the lion;
The Unicorn roars into the night
Stars sparkle and shine
I am losing my mind

Lights flashed about the building, and various room doors opened; voices called one to the other. There was an universal stir and commotion among the inhabitants.

"Did you hear a scream, Harry?" asked a young man, half-dressed, as he walked into the chamber of another about his own age.

As I stand in the rain
I curse the gods and this killing pain
you took the one that loved me so
as she departs I now must go
I have a life to live
she dosen't have any life to give
we are the same
we are the immortals
we are the damned
the people that are walked upon
fear not my child
for I have the life
and now must give it to you
as you read this do not weep
my troubles are over I now can sleep
my love is here and always shall be
my love is here
my DarkLady

Lord Strahd

September 6, 2002 (ananova.com) - A three-year-old boy in Brazil shot his sleeping father because he was scared of vampires. The boy's mother has blamed a new soap opera called "The Kiss of the Vampire" for the incident. In the programme, broadcasted by Rede Globo TV station, vampires terrorise a small town.

Cold as ice, thou breath doth feel,

Skin ablaze in firey hell,

Mine heart crushed beyond repair.

 

Speak not the memories of past ages,

think not the cold caress of teeth to flesh,

but think always of my love for thee, tortureous.

 

Love not the way I think you dear,

nor of the way I hold you near,