Ian Absurd — Flowers Withered on the Stem

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But first, on earth as vampire sent
Thy corse shall from its tomb be rent:
Then ghastly haunt thy native place
And suck the blood of all thy race;
There from thy daughter, sister, wife
At midnight drain the stream of life;
Yet loathe the banquet which perforce
Must feed thy livid living corse:
Thy victims ere they yet expire
Shall know the demon for their sire
As cursing thee, thou cursing them
Thy flowers are withered on the stem

Flowers are withered on the stem
Flowers are withered on the stem
Flowers are withered on the stem
Flowers are withered on the stem