Friday, January 25, 2013
Vendredi: Chthonian Histories
Thy corpse shall from its tomb be rent:
Then ghastly haunt thy native place,
And suck the blood of all thy race;
There from thy daughter, sister, wife
At midnight drain the stream of life...
Wet with thine own best blood shall drip
Thy gnashing tooth and haggard lip;
Then stalking to thy sullen grave
Go - and with the ghouls and afreets rave,
Till these in horror shrink away
From spectre more accursed than they!
~ from "The Giaour" by George Gordon Lord Byron, first published in The Unbeliever, London, 1813
Header: A ring with a quote from this poem from Mostly Making Memories on Etsy