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Vampire Strings

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Vampire Strings by Sam Burcher

 

 

Let’s spend the night on vampire strings

with eerie beckoning violins

in the abandoned symphony hall,

gold leaf flaking off the wall.

 

Velvet seats all folded now

in empty circles, vacant stalls,

warm red cushions faded to rust,

worn out curtains turned to dust.

 

No more curtsies, no more bows,

sell-out concerts, one night shows,

shivering shadows in the wings 

spend the night on vampire strings.

 

Restless spirits weave around,

tracing music’s once-loved sound,

forgetting encores and applause,

vampire strings screech and gnaw.

 

Cobwebs hang from balconies,

transparent fading memories:

yearning, calling, rasp and soar,

vampire strings screech and gnaw.

 

Inviting screams inside your head,

the searing song of the undead:

yearning, calling, rasp and soar,

vampire strings screech and gnaw.