William Butler Yeats goes full gothic!

 I hadn't read this poem until recently. A vampire poem from WBY.  Short poem, with reading and video:

"Oil and Blood" on Youtube

at the mansion

my candelabras are clandestine.

they hang from whining beams

in this derelict mansion, ready

for their close-ups, Mr. DeMille.

sometime you must visit.

we’ll waltz a bit like half-

cracked aristocrats, apres

Revolution, sans portfolio.

sagging splendor. tawdry times.

we'll alert the neighbors

about a  shotgun marriage

of sweat and perfume, the

pretensions and the practicality

of self-taught lunacy, all decked

out in tuxedos and gowns bought

at  flea markets.  RSVP, or not. 

circa 1994/2021

"Haunted Houses," by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

"Sonnet--Silence," by Edgar Allan Poe