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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