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| Correggio, Jupiter and Io |
❤: I'll be honest folks, Egger's film was not a 10/10 for me. I agreed with somebody calling it "the most unscary horror film". However, I am deeply in love with the storyline, so I figured: why not make a ballad out of it? Hence, I present to you the result of a far too ambitious work of mine. I am sure there are some mistakes, so feel free to correct me with a comment! It's still a bit ugly and definitely doesn't sound like something Coleridge would write and Shelley would nod at in approval. I'll return to work on it when I have inspo for improvement. The English language fascinates me but also haunts me with the ghost of its grammar.
- SvartHeritage
It came in her dreams as lilacs bloomed
The hominous of many names:
Thing, Vampyre, Nosferatu.
"Many a tale will tell his judgment left undone
As he roams the mortal coil
Searching for someone."
These sole words spoke to her the bright professor
But not content he then disclosed
More for his confessor:
"A virgin bride whose skin resents the sun
Is asked to sleep next to this thing
When the Moon ride has begun.
It must go on until the Moon surveils
Then to the doomed consorts
Death will gift her veil."
-A tale so ominous ought to scare a maid-,
Thought the bright professor,
But turned to a dame unafraid.
He inspected the white young forehead
Lost it seemed to him
In views of times ahead.
Instantly she recalled a juvenile field
Where a vision blessed her mind
As a fruit the earth would yield:
"To me, lilac and black are deeply in love
Flower and night sky are opposites
Matched by One Above.
Pale lilac, with candor somewhat sinister
Is brought forth by Nature herself
To complement her scarier sister.
The light and strong heat must be her tormentors,
Thus only when Selene shines
She bursts with fragrant splendor."
The woman recognized now her ultimate propension
And glancing at the approaching dusk
She smiled with no more tension.
Old souls always live for great predestinations
And hers was now to take as spouse
A cruel abomination.
"My friend" he said, "the stars too soon are rising,
In your past life you must have been
A high priestess of Isis".
The priests instead spoke ill of this rebellious son
But he just roams the mortal coil
Searching for someone.
They bid a last farewell, she rushed away
Lively, bright young thing
Who came to her last day.
The room was darkened at the arrival
As if shadows prepared for
The Lord's most potent rival.
She stopped to picture who she was to meet
Searching through her chest
For a somewhat worried beat.
The pale hand scrutinized her heart in vain
So near to Death one shall forget
Of ever knowing pain.
Suddenly the wind blew through her lilac gown
Widening the window panes
And there he stood: the Count.
Contemplating such a powerful intrusion
She stood perplex at a sight
Too distant from her conclusion.
A grave allure he had, of marble bust
Yet his eyes clearly showed
A love spell was not cast.
Instead the Beast spoke slowly, of all evil bereft
"A pact is sacred in Transylvania
You must give up yourself".
With such intent spoke the future groom
That "I.." said the obedient bride
And muttered a fatal "...do".
With no more words she bared and laid
On sheets so black they complemented
Her whiteness all displayed.
As he took her pulse with flaming force
His dark eye met the gleam
From a rosemary's cross:
"What boots it now to pray? With my own life
I shut his talks of Hell,
The false God is dead!".
The bride believed the master of her heartbeats,
She ripped the fragile jewel
And tore its sacred beads.
Finally the monster grabbed her maiden tresses
For blasphemy she was rewarded
With strength and with caresses.
And sacrifice was compensated by a discover:
That a Godless Appetite
Was such a tender lover.
The pearly moon, as tales remember, had been a witness
But now her chariot's horses bucked,
Time was to dismiss them.
So when the day came forth with cold and judging light
Their gazes met and they decided
To wait another night.
There entwined she realized why he had really come
As they both roamed the mortal coil
Searching for someone.
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