Freedom Takes Many A Strange Form

[Count Orlok]

The full moon breaks out from a trembling cloud,
Its light shining wanly on the mausoleum
Where my slaughtered love lies fresh interred,
And I sit on a grave and bolster my courage to act.

Now the midnight bell tolls and I rise stiffly
To face up to the terrible task before me;
Softly I enter her cold damp resting place
And stand in awe before her sarcophagus.

Carefully I lift the lid to her graceful tomb
Longing to lie in peace with my love;
And the pervading stench of rotting flesh
Reminds me I am surrounded by others' corpses.

I gaze with joy at her nightdress-clad body
Prepared exactly as I instructed the mortician;
Then I turn her dead body over carefully
And sodomise her in the last rites of freedom.

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[Barry Hodges]

It's the last line which makes this piece memorable.

[cardboardlover]

I enjoyed this, your countship - are you interested in cardboard at all - I have a very nice cardboard box made in Romania - I am unsure what it says on the side - maybe you could translate it for me?