In the summer of 1816 in Geneva
Or
The birth of Frankenstein and Dracula
From Dr John Polidory`s
musings:
The roots
run deep into the vortex of the night and earth trying to get back the life
that sustained it .It was an eerie feeling. Alone in the darkness in a
primordial cave like a caveman enduring the pain and anxiety seeking the life
Eating into
the vials of dark poppy seeds , the extracts bringing back the last sentimental
trash to the fore ,a nostalgic yearning for the lost years ,lost life, lost
blood
Each drop of
blood has been a tree of life looking at the nether shades, twining as if it
were a somnambulistic walk across the dreams
and night`s murmurs
The wind has
taken speed spreading the flow of blood like water into the depths of nights
whose vault has hidden memories so dark and nihilistic
Bring back
the life, bring back the dreams, bring
back the memories, the soul cried
Yesterday you
were a guest at my nightly party, you regaled me with tales smart and beautiful’
Your words
rang that ethereal quality only heaven or hell could assure
You were the
cynosure of all eyes
Girls danced
to your steps ,bewitched
Possessed by
hells messengers
Music came
spontaneously to you
Words
floated like a soft glossamar ring
Girls dance to your tune
Bartering their soul
Hell has opened
Its spirits are awake
It spreads like locusts on the mount Sinai or the dark clouds
over Egypt
The Lord disguised as a Raven descends and looking at me
Leave me alone
Leave me alone
Free me from the bond you have taken
I have to reveal many secrets hitherto have never been
revealed
I have to bring back the life from the night
I have to destroy the seeds of evil which is being put again
and again into the nightly shades
Free me from this curse of secrecy
So that I could save all
This words could bring back the living dead from the eternal
damnation and invest the with life
Like seeds in summer springing into life
In the tempestuous summer which the city has nevere ver
experienced a dream, a secret hurt me
Who is he the elemental man walking over the dark nights and lakes
drinking the nectar of life so that he could live eternally. The darkness chieftain,
the destroyer of fair and lovely
The darkness personified
In old testaments his name was forbidden to be told, in new testaments he is a spirit so
abhorred that heaven and hell shun him
He walks over the earth like a devil, he walks in to the night
like a king, he drinks the joys of the spring and come back to life looking at
life`s eternal springs .Could I break the oath, could I warn all?Is he the dveil and god or god in another
visage destroyer of heaven and hell
H e is a dark secret
Evil is the word to describe him
He rides over the centuries taking in blood as if it were
water in a beaker as if it were a Yule tide offering
He grows on the tree of life ,each drop of blood is a new creation
of the darkness brought is his name
As colorless and odorless
Could I break the oath to forewarn?
Could I betray and be part of the evil that he is
In the garden the drops of blood are offered ,an animal
sacrifice to propitiate the evil god to bring back hell from the nether world
Should I be a part of it ?
Should I ask the gardeners to pluck it and destroy
Should I tell them to abandon the garden and go after life
But the garrden is tempting
Roots are running deep into the nether world sustaining the
diabolical nature
Draining the vials draining the spirit that you are the evil
one has eyes transfixed on the life that is you
But I am doomed ,I am not allowed to reveal him, the secrecy ,the
oath of forgetfulness drives me mad
