Fame,

You make me out of your name
my own name false to false fame.
The few who never were but for fame,
even now inform me that I am.
Then I too can let writing inform fame,
inform the more than I am fame.
Let fame but encounter my nom de plume,
alike as history is recorded nom de plume.

To the toll of the red masque death´s dance,
the vampire in Xanadu´s ruins does prance,
Caliban sealed in a cavern, in the hall of fame,
a vampire at an art exhibition, blood in the air,
we drink, burnt at the stake, fame we share.

Copyright Robin Ouzman Hislop 2003-10-24
All rights reserved.
Fame