Notre Dame
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Bells of Notre Dame
From afar by the breezes carried through the dense and
Impenetratable fog rings a church bell so dull and eerie
Towards the sound draws nightly stroll at this hour is
Someone getting married ?
As I come nearer chamber music I hear ” behind the shrine there s a hidden
Star case , the moment I enter the music stops , in the chamber stands an old church organ with wax candles and pipes that reaches all the way up.
In the web buried dust of the ages , which is weird after what i ve just heard .
Hello , don t be afraid , I don t need to hide in the shadows no more
These are my ladies , aren t they beatiful , each one speaks with a
Lovely voice , I call them the belles of notre dame, bells of notre dame,
Bells of notre dame.
(narration . Vampirella as the girl Esmeralda)
Ring Ring I said Ring for me
Let them ring for the shallow beauty , but for whom ??
If only walls could speak , every stone has a diffrent story
Grey in shade to your poem epique. Listen!!!!!!
The bells of Notre Dame , the bells of Notre Dame………..
Vlad the impaler
Once upon a time in a place not far from here
Lived a prince in a castle with his lovely fiancee
One day she got bit by a bat and grew paler and paler. She died later that spring in the arms of Vlad the impaler
Outcast from the arch only fools dare to whisper his name after dark
Vlad is the devil , thats what they say but he is so very generous on
Fangs giving day
Vlad the impaler sings a lullabye for naughty naughty children
The time has come to ….. die,,,,,
Vlad has a hole his heart ought To be HE KNOWS the life at stake
Process by heart , see vlad vlad the impaler crawls out his den like
Itsy bitsy spider he crawls back again.
If vlad would have a penny for every time he s bad
Then vlad would have plenty but no no
Vlad has bad breath caused by tooth decay when stalking his victims
Bad breath gives him away.
But he was more known as DRACULA!!
A misconception of a french kiss
Excouse moi madame , ”are de triomphe?”
La tour eiffel ou notre dame – un tourist demande
A devil in disguise – fangs madame voila!!
Krumlour of paris it s beau and romantique who are you?
She then ask – first pious then grotesque
If this is all there is then it must be some mistake. Is this what I think it is a mistake .
Is this what i think it is, a mistake of the world famous kiss. With etiquette and finesse –
I ask for some adresse , then. En touriste?
Oui oui – I show no mercy
Daughter of darkness
Act 1 ; do not worry my dear , it s going to be just fine. I hope.
You shouldn t blame yourself it wasn t your fault. Ooh it s the first time
For me too you know….
And I am just as nervous and afraid as you are , so just hold my hand
And we make it together as always…..
She pushed and she pushed but the baby was stead fastI passed out when she
Needed me the most no omen or vision beats a womens intuition
When her motherly instinct is on but what if
Will be like in” rosemary s baby” a monster freak or a beast
Awoke as I screamed from my blood ourling dream oh God help me ,
What have I done!!!
I have a feeling there s something wrong I could have swore I heard an
Angel sigh.
Some force don t want this child to be born.
I dreamt of a raven , could that have been an omen.
We who sailed the seventh seas of rhye nonchalantly , I thought
That nothing could ever stop us . I would do anything , anything
For you wish there was something I could do …. Ooh Vampirella..
Act 2
” I want you to know that whatever , however, whoever this turns out
you should know that I ve always loved you, and I promised you a son,
didn t I?
So listen carefully , I feel I can t go on much longer’please let me finish, I wouldn t say this if it wasn t for real , I don t have much time left”
The baby is stillborn lay quiet and still through the storm hear the
Howling of wolves… look at my love whos grown weaker and weaker
Our love child becomes her death now something connects them like glowing
Magnetism it s a transmigration of souls then deafening silence.
It kind of froze for a moment like the entire world held it s(breath)
Why did it had to be this way at first i felt such anger that I
Couldn t look at her. I rushed up the stairs to the pinaccles top
My lady is dead.. you newborn murderess.. there held the bundle high
Overhead unto the wind , only thunder gods witness. My daughter was baptized in the rain of memory of her mother I gave her the name..
VAMPIRELLA!!!
Inspired by the drama play of 1977 at ”le theatre du vampire”by sir Arthur Brown
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