White on white
translucent black capes
back on the
rack.
Bela Lugosi's dead.
The bats have left the bell
tower,
the victims have been bled,
red velvet lines the
black box.
Bela Lugosi's dead.
Undead Undead Undead.
The virginal brides
file past his tomb,
strewn with
time's dead flowers,
bereft in deathly bloom,
alone in a
darkened room
the count.
Bela Lugosi's dead.
Undead Undead Undead.
Oh Bela, Bela's undead.
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