A shadow moves where moonlight dares not fall,
On crooked roofs and silent, empty streets;
Its fingers clutch at hearts that fear the call,
While distant church bells mourn their lonely beats.
Count Orlok comes, with visage pale as death,
Eyes sunken deep as crypts beneath the ground;
He tastes the night, he whispers with a breath,
And terror blooms where once was gentle sound.
Through Wisborg’s town, the plague of longing spreads,
As Ellen waits, a candle in her hand;
She knows the doom that walks where angels tread,
Yet still she stands, defiant where he stands.
The dawn may rise, yet darkness lingers near,
For Nosferatu thrives where shadows leer.
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Author:
Matthew R. Callies (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is inspired by the 1922 film Nosferatu: A Symphony of Horror
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- In collections: Cinephile's Checklist, Poems for Spooktober.
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A spooky write for the Halloween season nicely done Matthew I remember that film
Oh, Matthew, you've made this old horror lover happy! I actually composed a score for Nosferatu, released in celebration of the film's 100th anniversary in 2022! Thought you might enjoy watching while hearing my musical interpretation of this Gothic masterpiece, my friend!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L87ysuKuXMU
Thanks for bringing Count Orlok back into the spotlight! 🦇🖤🕯️🙏
Is this on Spotify? I'd love to add it to my Spooktober playlist
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