The Vampire
The Vampire
You came like the blade of a dagger
To my heart that was humbled and sad,
As bold as a pack of wild demons,
Dressed up for a pageant, and mad
You made in my mortified spirit
Your bed and your private domain,
-You monster to whom I am shackled
As the convict is to his chain,
As the drunkard is to his bottle,
As the gambler is to his game,
As the vermin are to a carcass,
-Accursed, accursed be your name!
I prayed for the sword to come swiftly
With the blow that would render me free,
And I asked if perfidious poison
Could succour a coward like me.
But alas, both the sword and the poison
Gave answer and said with disdain:
Base slave, you are deeply unworthy
That we ever should shatter your chain
You fool, if our efforts could grant you
The freedom from her that you crave,
Your kisses would soon give new life to
The corpse of your vampire-love!
Writer/s: Charles Baudelaire, Susanna Wallumrød
