The Death Of BelaA Poem by DEAN FARNELL
The towers in turmoil
The bats are weeping They all thought bela Was only sleeping The crypt's gone quiet Coffin's gone cold The blood he dripped To them was gold The bats see Bela So pale, so white They screech In frenzy Through the night Never before Had bats felt grief Lugosi has gone He's not asleep
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Added on November 22, 2013 Last Updated on November 22, 2013 AuthorDEAN FARNELLHENLOW, BEDFORD, United KingdomAboutQUIRKY SINGER HORROR SONG WRITER & QUIRKY AND DARK HORROR POETRY WRITER. more..Writing
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