“The Vampire” by Henrich August Ossenfelder:

 

 

 

🦇 “The Vampire” by Henrich August Ossenfelder:🦇

    My dear young maiden clingeth
    Unbending, fast and firm
    To all the long-held teaching
    Of a mother ever true;
    As in vampires unmortal
    Folk on the Theyse’s portal
    Heyduck-like do believe.
    But my Christine thou dost dally,
    And wilt my loving parry
    Till I myself avenging
    To a vampire’s health a-drinking
    Him toast in pale tockay.

    And as softly thou art sleeping
    To thee shall I come creeping
    And thy life’s blood drain away.
    And so shalt thou be trembling
    For thus shall I be kissing
    And death’s threshold tho’ it be crossing
    With fear, in my cold arms.
    And last shall I thee question
    Compared to such instruction
    What are a mother’s charms?