The Light of Mortal Days

[ragashree]

Oft, in the chilly night
Ere mortal's blood has warmed me,
Fond memory brings the light
Of mortal days around me.
The smiles, the tears
Of childhood’s years,
The words of love then spoken.
The eyes that shone
Now dimmed and gone,
The cheerful hearts long broken.

Thus, in the chilly night,
Ere mortal's blood has warmed me,
Sad memory brings the light
Of mortal days around me.

When I remember all
The friends so linked together
I saw around me fall
Like leaves in wintery weather,
I feel like one
Who treads alone
Some feasting hall deserted:
Whose blood is shed,
Whose victims dead,
And all but he departed.

Thus, in the chilly night,
Ere mortal's blood has warmed me,
Sad memory brings the light
Of mortal days around me.

 

[ragashree]

This was about the easiest to rewrite in a vampire theme - anyone recognise the original? It's not as well known as the others I've done so far.

 

[wildcat]

This is a very good but sad song.

In the line of an analogy:
The lost Murama people was an aboriginal tribe, in what is now Russia.
Their kin people scarcely survive. The Mordva and the Mari.
Mur/Mar/Mor : Death.

I read a book of Camilla Stackelberg. Name: Verwehte Blatter.
Blat(t): Page<Leaf.
The leaves turn yellow and red. Then they are gone.