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Amateur Correspondent, v. 2, issue 2, September-October 1937

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The Rood and the Vampire By J. Francis Hatch Wings of Ecstasy. "We stood with arms entwined, while all about The fallow moon caressed us as it gleamed; And near at hand the woodland murmurs seemed To whisper softly, to dispel all doubt. Her eyes were mellow pools of violet fire, Mysterious, compelling, and I knew, Were dancing with, nor striving to subdue, The searing flame of rapturous desire. "Then, as I held her close in sacred bliss, The crucifix I wore beneath my vest Became unclasped, and as I pressed a kiss Upon her lips it pierced her tender breast." (Seemed, then, that he heard cosmic thunder roll, And ghouls of Hell demolishing his soul.) Execrating Revelation. "I stared, then shrieked at that within my arms; There—pressed against my bosom and my lips!— A corpse that crumbled 'neath my finger's tips— A corpse that once had been Anita's charms! The eyeless skull, the tender breast, the all, Was a thing of dead, dead, mucid flesh and mold, Like a carcass that has lain upon the wold In sun and rain, through summer's heat and fall. "The lips that I had kissed were mucored skin. The tender body that I had embraced Was foul of fume. And there was left a sin Upon my soul that ne'er can be erased." (The night winds and the shadows paused to gloat As they saw the Vampire's mark upon his throat.) 10
 
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