For years now I have roamed the catacombs no longer do I obtain the vitality of my former self Nor do I feed on human flesh anymore I have sunk to the lower food chain for my thirst
There’s nothing like a little rat-atouille for a snack I finish it off with a nice lick of the cavern walls Somehow mold grown on limestone gives me a bit of a boost to my otherwise shallow existence
I belong here, it is my world My sky is the crackle of mortar speckled with mica My ocean is the sewage filling the passages with its unique aroma The fields of wheat are but the growing fungus feeding on decay My possessions are those thrown away by the up-worlders Yes Homo-sapien Sweet home
Don’t be fooled though, I still hear all with my Vampiric ears I know of the cruelty, greed,vanity, terrors and tremors of the world above At one time We were considered the Monsters, Sucking blood from hapless victims to feed our own fancy So Superior were We to these mortals. Our deeds of evil and inhuman atrocities struck fear in our prey
Now we are but an amusement a fairy tale for Motion pictures Man has exceeded us as the Monsters Nothing we could do, would compare to what he has done to his own kind
Maybe Just Maybe its time to show them what real horror is I hear in the misted winds there is a ball coming up LaBelle Of The Ball I thinks its called
Ed reading you at halloween brings back fond memories;-) The greatest vampire rises again! Enjoy the ball my friend you are sure to be defanged (ooops I meant entertained!;-)
An alcoholic, miserly attorney reluctantly defends a black man from a false resisting arrest charge. He then discovers damaging information against the cops and two cronies, and embarks on a battle to keep himself and his client alive.
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Nothing we could do, would compare to what he has done
to his own kind
How so very sadly true. So ye best come to the Ball, and get some Revenge!