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you died prosaically
at only forty-four
felled by a heart attack
on a bus at Hollywood and Vine
you'd made over sixty films
but it was your true role
to be destroyed spectacularly
by monsters
the joy of it
the privilege
to be driven mad
strangled
thrown down a flight
of stairs
tossed off
a castle top
and here you are again, blithely climbing
into the coach for Borgo Pass
despite the warnings of
the freaked out villagers
it's time for you to place yourself
directly in the monster's path
a small man in a huge castle
ready to be swallowed up
by Lugosi's
burning gaze