When at last I awake from my
interminable sleep in this cold
miserable web strewn crypt where
I am tortuously bound by the sharp
daggers of this ivy covered cross
of painful imprisonment I shall arise
under the full moon's silvery light
to exact my soul haunting vengeance
and set free my bloody retribution
upon the son's of man and curse the
children of the world with my anger.
Donavon Scott Vinson