<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=549113" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Count Dracula</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">far beneath the steeples of cobble stoned london, <br>he moves without the parting of a shadows grace.<br> from morning to morning he carries no longing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> under the heavy hymns of the luthern organs<br> he breaths amongst centuries of dead and <br> thoughtful saints</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> he can see thier forms in the darkened hour, <br>thier drawn out robes crested and wrinkled. <br>the emblems of holy words dust covered and faded.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> now once again he must part the letters <br> in tombs of mortered regret. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> ressurection of the coffin figure to wander and speak <br> to whom he may, walking through herb gardens.<br> <br>carried by tombstone... gravestone october winds, <br> which blow hollowly causing his morbid child to flee, <br> all those memories of her.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> now he must refrain from the glow of the brass<br> lanterns and pale jugulars his clavicle redemption. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> as through the arterial streets of london the <br>bloodless form of his opaque continence <br>mourns and is drained of all mineral colums.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Nathan+Martin">Nathan Martin</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=549113" data-title="Count Dracula de Nathan Martin" data-description="far beneath the steeples of cobble stoned london, he moves without the parting of a shadows grace. from morning to morning he carries no longing. under the heavy hymns of the luthern organs he breaths amongst centuries of dead and thoughtfu..."></div> </div> </div>

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