Waleran Thorner

He is Mephisto,
The Duke Du Blangis too,
Caligula and Gilles De Rais,
All together with the black blood
Running through the dark.

The stage make his feel at home,
Performing twisted faery tales,
where the wings of demons
are the curtains for the theatrical death,
Blood, love and the nymphets.

Whoa!
Waleran Thorner (Der nach kome)
Whoa!
Waleran Thorner (The skull of Maquiavelo in his left hand)
Whoa!
Waleran Thorner (To be or not to be?)
Whoa!
Waleran, Waleran (The Romeo who rapes Juliet)

Midnight o’clock,
The bats are dragging inside,
And a figure in black cloak,
Walking slowly by the stage,
A chord bursting the scene…

The terror moves like a hound
Amongst the audience,
A little girl lies at his feet’s,
Too real to be a fantasy.
Ladys and Gentlemen He is:

Whoa!
Waleran Thorner (Der nach kome)
Whoa!
Waleran Thorner (The skull of Maquiavelo in his left hand)
Whoa!
Waleran Thorner (To be or not to be?)
Whoa!
Waleran, Waleran (The Romeo who rapes Juliet)

London fog,
the hidding place
to Waleran “The Bloodthirsty”,
Sadistic lust,
The kiss of death,
Waleran “The Bloody Star”
Whoa!
Waleran Thorner (Der nach kome)
Whoa!
Waleran Thorner (The skull of Maquiavelo in his left hand)
Whoa!
Waleran Thorner (To be or not to be?)
Whoa!
Waleran, Waleran (The Romeo who rapes Juliet)

By Kürten Jameson

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