I'm always very happy to receive comments from my visitors, and every
Ode to RavensBlight
And here's an important Public Service Announcement
communication is appreciated. But a few have been particularly gratifying,
such as the proclamation "You are THE MAN!" from a fellow who actually
pilots a winged hearse.
I also greatly enjoyed the note from the pleasant
young
lady who politely inquired as to whether she might have my babies. :)
Below are a couple of other gems that turned up in my mailbox...
By Keith M. Derting
April 2, 2006
Once again I’ve traveled darkly
I’ve traveled darkly through the night
Through cemeteries and ruinous mansions
Down darkened streets to RavensBlight
Down moonlit byways with hooded phantoms
By starlit oceans with ghosts and ghouls
Down crypts unholy with vampire beings
To Poe’s own dismal tarns and pools
I’ve wandered old ill kempt cathedrals
Wandered down dark aisle and nave
I’ve trudged beyond the crag-borne mountains
To visit there the Specter’s Cave
Through fetid swamps mud choked and misty
To voodoo shacks alive with drums
By forests thick with huts of witches
“Come little children… follow my crumbs”
I’ve followed night-black, horse drawn hearses
Into graveyards of sunset red
I’ve followed specters, ghosts and spirits
To the brink… Land of the Dead
I’ve visited friends, fleshless and bony
Skeletal visions, grinning skulls
Cranial miens, osteological beings
They’re thoughtful beings, not useless hulls
They smile with laughter, toothy grinning
Nod in deepest, earnest thought
Ponder old pre-death decisions
Perhaps to think “What have I wrought?”
There! … a house upon the prairie
And there! … a house upon a street
Homes for lonely shades and shadows
May they wander, dark rooms… discreet
Once again I’ve traveled darkly
I’ve traveled darkly through the night
Through cemeteries and ruinous mansions
I travel down to RavensBlight
courtesy of Robb Britting:
You May Be A REDNECK VAMPIRE…..
• If you have ever opened a beer can with your fangs.
• If you nicknamed your funeral carriage “The General Lee”.
• If your crypt has an outhouse.
• If you’ve ever told a werewolf he has a purdy mouth.
• If you greet your victims by saying “Good Evening, Y’all”.
• If your coffin has the number ‘3’ painted on the sides.
• If your ancestral castle is built in Arkansas.
• If you ever turned an entire village into an army of vampires
so you would have someone to line dance with.
• If there is a Daisy Duke poster taped to the inside of your coffin lid.
• If you’ve ever called a vampire hunter a ‘damn yankee’.
• If you’ve ever played “Dueling Banjos” on your castle’s pipe organ.
• If the full moon reminds you to pull your pants up.
• If you have ever nearly missed returning to your coffin before dawn.
because you were ‘frog gigging’.
• If your favorite song is “Sweet Home Transylvania”.
• If an open bag of pork rinds tempts you just as much as a bleeding wound.
• If your family crest has the Confederate Flag in it.
• If your vampire cloak is made of coonskins.
• If the medallion around your neck has your initials on it.
• If your castle’s courtyard has at least 2 wheel-less carriages up on blocks.
• If you pick your female victims because they remind you of your sister.
• If you like to call vampire bats ‘cousin’.
• If you think Jed Clampett would make a good vampire.
• If you have ever hypnotized a victim to make them sing “Dixie”.
• If you drink blood from a moonshine jug.
• If you sit in your coffin and pretend you are driving a NASCAR.
• If all of your victims are related to you.
• If you’ve ever trained a werewolf to fetch beer.
• If you have ever fantasized about Vampira wearing Daisy Duke shorts.
• If you are introduced as “Count Festus”.
A special salute goes out to Tim, Chris and Brian, who report having assembled
'around 600' ravensblight skull masks for their 2008 Halloween party.
And many thanks to Amber for the cufflinks,
and to Erin for the zombie soap!