Reality Over Dreams - Poem by Orlando Belo
Here I lie in my once silk lined granite tomb,
aware that I've been a long time dead.
Why have the living entered my place of resting?
Why do they speak so I can hear what is said?
Years have passed since I breathed my last breath,
The time has come for me to live again.
Fresh blood must be sought to give me substance;
I want to feel the blood rush through my veins.
Oh, the thoughts of those beautiful people;
I do so yearn for their embrace.
The smoothness of their skin, and their submissiveness,
I tremble at the thought of their sweet taste.
The flowing stream of their sweet life giving blood,
so warm, so thick, so smooth, so worth dying for.
The elixir for the soul during one's eternal journey,
who could possible ask for anything more.
I feel the vibration of movement above me,
the covering stone is sliding free.
Eternity is beckoning the resting immortal,
quickly now, my people are waiting for me.
My bloodless body thirsts and I smell life so close;
I'll soon be free of this cold stone tomb.
Above me the light of a lantern shines like the moon.
"Quick before he awakes, drive the stake home! ! "
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