Lust
by Bob Orsillo
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Lust
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Bob Orsillo
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Photograph - Original Gothic Vampire Fine Art By Bob Orsillo
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Hunger - Original Vampire Gothic Fine Art by Bob Orsillo
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Poetry "The Vampire" by Charles Baudelaire (1857)
Thou who, like deaths deceiving stroke,
Knocks at my hearts deep melancholy;
Thou who, like a troupe of hideous folk
Of demons, wines and maddened Folly,
Of mine own my Spirit humiliated
Makes thine own bed and thy domain,
Infamous, by whom I am vitiated
Like the convict fastened to his chain.
Like to the Gambler with his game reversed,
Like to the drunkard with his wine-bottle,
Like to the vermin that the carrion throttle,
- Be thou for ever and ever accursed!
I have said to the sword perfidious
To lavish on me Liberty,
I have said to the poison insidious
To shake me from my lethargy.
Alas! The poison and the sword that crave thee
Said in disdainful knavery:
Thou are not worthy that we should save thee
From thine accursed slavery.
Fool! From his empire base and bloody,
If we deliver thee by our hate,
Thy kisses shall resuscitate
Thy Vampire and his buried Body!
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Hunger - Original Vampire Gothic Fine Art by Bob Orsillo Copyright (c)Bob Orsillo / http://orsillo.com - All Rights Reserved. Buy art online. Buy photography online Poetry "The Vampire" by Charles Baudelaire (1857) Thou who, like deaths deceiving stroke, Knocks at my hearts deep melancholy; Thou who, like a troupe of hideous folk Of demons, wines and maddened Folly, Of mine own my Spirit humiliated Makes thine own bed and thy domain, Infamous, by whom I am vitiated Like the convict fastened to his chain. Like to the Gambler with his game reversed, Like to the drunkard with his wine-bottle, Like to the vermin that the carrion throttle, - Be thou for ever and ever accursed! I have said to the sword perfidious To lavish on me Liberty, I have said to the poison insidious To shake me from my lethargy. Alas! The poison and the sword that crave thee Said in disdainful knavery: Thou are not worthy that we should save thee From thine accursed slavery. Fool! From his empire base and bloody, If we deliver thee by our hate, Thy kisses shall resuscitate Thy Vampire and his buried Body!
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