Near the cliff’s edge, on high Standing out against the sky, Dost thou see a ruined cross Weatherstained, o’ergrown be moss, Gloomy, desolate, forsaken, By unnumbered tempests shaken? Not a blade of grass grows nigh it, Not a peasant lingers by it. E’en the sombre bird of night Shuns it in her darksome flight, Startled… Continue reading THE VAMPYRE (STRIGOIUL) PT.1