Nosferatu

Nosferatu

PART I

The Moon was a crimson avator among the 

     castellated abbeys,

The wind was a ghostly carriage tossed upon 

    the streets and alleys,

And the roads were glinting red like the 

    Moon's path to the shore, 

And the Count's black capelet fluttered—

          Fluttered—Fluttered 

The Count's black capelet fluttered into the 

     tempest's roar.

He'd a black cloak atop his shoulders, like 

     the wings of a stately raven,

A coat of the claret velvet, with carvings 

     finely graven.

They shook with many a flutter, his boots 

     were up to the thigh, 

And the Moon peeked through the shutter

          The wind came with an utter 

The Count's black capelet fluttered, under the

     moonlit sky.

Rubicante was he hight—but whence his 

      bloodline long and name

No soul knew, safe that perchance they were 

      of fame

And had known much glory, in the saintly 

      days of yore;

The bright and yet distant days of yore 

      Forgotten now forevermore. 

As he ruled o'er night's dominion, he clashed 

     with an ancient curse

Of redness and dire pestilence; the horrors of 

     ichor accurst.

He wouldn't give way to misery, for who 

     should be waiting there?

But the Red Death's timeless visage, 

         Death's crimson visage,  

Rallying the hinds and the yeomen with 

     naught but a deadly stare.

It whispered to him in the night, it whispered

      to him in his rest,

It whispered to him in his quarters with many 

      a snickering jest.

Dumb as a dog he listened, and he heard this 

      red wight say:

"I'll look for you by moonlight,

          Watch for me by moonlight, 

I'll come to thee by moonlight, and you'll 

      know sweet death one way."

The Blood flowed in abundance, the streets 

      were swirling red,

Yet Rubicante ever dauntless, took to revels 

      and pleasures instead 

He sent word of the feast to nobility, over the 

      bolted walls and moors

And there was hell at every window,

           Death at every window,

And the roads were glinting red like the 

      Moon's path to the shore.