Post by darkaus on Oct 17, 2007 11:24:55 GMT -8
I kissed her lips beneath a dying bow of an old oak in the yard;
They were warm and soft as the petals pink that the falling raindrops marred.
And she spoke up then, "You must come again when the moon is full and pale,
For I fear the night and your welcoming sight will make me whole and hale."
We had long had a love, a deep desperate love, clearer than any stream over stone,
She knew I loved her best, held her close to my breast and would one night claim her for my own.
I replied, "I will come, and I swear by the sun that no fright will bid you shake,
For I'm strong in the dark, fiercer still in the dark, in the black I'm wide awake..."
And my fingers did brush those flower lips lush as I pulled free from her hands,
"Until then," came her call, and by hell and it's thrall I longed for her again,
But the cocks distant cry and the light from the sky told too well our time was done.
"Remember what I have said!" I exclaimed as I fled, "I have sworn it on the sun!"
Oh the days passed on slow and my spirits were low as I lingered alone the dark,
And the sun in the sky mocks me well in my sty as I hear the distant bark...
...of the blacksmiths son and his hunting dogs for they trail the wild hare.
Then that too fades away, and I languish today for the night and the waking nightmare...
I have lived many years in this mountainous land, and my name is long unheard,
For I wander unknown, often lost and alone, and my passage leaves no word.
It is dark in the night, but a predators sight bids the moon burst ablaze like the sun.
Ah the Midnight sun shines, and the rampant beast dines, and the wildest of Cain's offspring run.
As I counted those days I remembered the ways that her hair blew in midnights cool breeze,
I could feel every curl brush, beckon, and whirl as they float and they tangle and tease.
It had been her red hair that had summoned me there, I knew, for that night was seared into my soul.
Catching light in the night it was blazing and bright, like hot copper wire, like the spark from fresh coal.
And like coal did we burn, we brushed, distantly yearn, I feared for her life in those flashes of fire.
For a man I was not, I am hell-spawn begot, and I long ago lost my control in desire.
So each moment thus spent was so spent in torment, I loved her in terms that the poets had wrote...
But I could not ignore any more than a sore the soft glow of life that came forth from her throat...
At last rose the moon on the skies ancient loom, and my cage was unhinged and un-barred,
She was paler than milk as she shone from above, her glow icy, old gaze hard.
I kissed my loves' lips beneath a bow of the old oak in the yard...
I could not...
Did she speak?
Oh my will was too weak...
Her screams pierced the night like a crystalline shard.
Her blood has not silenced the void in my soul.
Mortals of the world, you have been warned. You love cannot make a Vampire whole.
I kissed her lips beneath a dying bow of an old oak in the yard;
They were warm and soft as the petals pink that the falling raindrops marred.
And she spoke up then, "You must come again when the moon is full and pale,
For I fear the night and your welcoming sight will make me whole and hale."
They were warm and soft as the petals pink that the falling raindrops marred.
And she spoke up then, "You must come again when the moon is full and pale,
For I fear the night and your welcoming sight will make me whole and hale."
We had long had a love, a deep desperate love, clearer than any stream over stone,
She knew I loved her best, held her close to my breast and would one night claim her for my own.
I replied, "I will come, and I swear by the sun that no fright will bid you shake,
For I'm strong in the dark, fiercer still in the dark, in the black I'm wide awake..."
And my fingers did brush those flower lips lush as I pulled free from her hands,
"Until then," came her call, and by hell and it's thrall I longed for her again,
But the cocks distant cry and the light from the sky told too well our time was done.
"Remember what I have said!" I exclaimed as I fled, "I have sworn it on the sun!"
Oh the days passed on slow and my spirits were low as I lingered alone the dark,
And the sun in the sky mocks me well in my sty as I hear the distant bark...
...of the blacksmiths son and his hunting dogs for they trail the wild hare.
Then that too fades away, and I languish today for the night and the waking nightmare...
I have lived many years in this mountainous land, and my name is long unheard,
For I wander unknown, often lost and alone, and my passage leaves no word.
It is dark in the night, but a predators sight bids the moon burst ablaze like the sun.
Ah the Midnight sun shines, and the rampant beast dines, and the wildest of Cain's offspring run.
As I counted those days I remembered the ways that her hair blew in midnights cool breeze,
I could feel every curl brush, beckon, and whirl as they float and they tangle and tease.
It had been her red hair that had summoned me there, I knew, for that night was seared into my soul.
Catching light in the night it was blazing and bright, like hot copper wire, like the spark from fresh coal.
And like coal did we burn, we brushed, distantly yearn, I feared for her life in those flashes of fire.
For a man I was not, I am hell-spawn begot, and I long ago lost my control in desire.
So each moment thus spent was so spent in torment, I loved her in terms that the poets had wrote...
But I could not ignore any more than a sore the soft glow of life that came forth from her throat...
At last rose the moon on the skies ancient loom, and my cage was unhinged and un-barred,
She was paler than milk as she shone from above, her glow icy, old gaze hard.
I kissed my loves' lips beneath a bow of the old oak in the yard...
I could not...
Did she speak?
Oh my will was too weak...
Her screams pierced the night like a crystalline shard.
Her blood has not silenced the void in my soul.
Mortals of the world, you have been warned. You love cannot make a Vampire whole.
I kissed her lips beneath a dying bow of an old oak in the yard;
They were warm and soft as the petals pink that the falling raindrops marred.
And she spoke up then, "You must come again when the moon is full and pale,
For I fear the night and your welcoming sight will make me whole and hale."
