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A Night Walker's Lament
Ages have I passed
Millennia are as decades
More monster than man
Though I still wear man's skin
Have not loved since I was alive
Did not think myself capable anymore
'Til I met her, and amazing vibrant child Barely in her second decade,
I've seen more than 500
An old soul she is with the vitality of youth
She captured my essence, like afly in amber
How can she see in me, what I was When I myself had almost forgotten
Her touch on my skin brings heat sorely missed
My touch gives her chills, she says do excite her
If I grant her immortality, will she lose what I desire
And become yet another in a long line of no-ones
I can see her in a blood red gown
Made of silk and velvet and lace
Regal beauty my not yet undead queen
Decided to offer my greatest gift
I sit alone in a cavern black as pitch
She ran when my gift was offered
Saying she never wanted to live forever
I sit alone, unable to die, could Hell be as bad as this?
A Night-Walkers First
He was not trained
Guided by instinct only two months old
The hunger is strong Slightly stronger than his fear within
Open air shops His inagural hunting ground
Night has fallen and the celebrations begun
He feels a drunkard will be easier
Spotting the woman behind a stall
Moving in he watches her sway
From behind silent he is her death
She never felt the bite
This feeling he has
When thirst is quenched
Not unlike the feeling of wine
Is it the blood or the alcohol within
He is good at his trade
He is ashamed to take note
Perhaps he was born to this destiny
The birth before his re-birth in souls.
A Night-Walker's Tally
When he was in to is 2nd century
He began to realize he did not enjoy the kill
The guilt he felt for feeding
Cut him to the bone with anguish
He feeds but four times a year
And since his 2nd century the list has grown
Including: royalty, merchant's wives, beggars and harlots
He writes them all down to ensure memory
For when he sees the name it reminds
Him of a place, and the place a time
In a sense all of them will live forever If only in his saddened heart
A Night-Walker's Dread
A small farming village
Not terribly far from London
He thought to make it back
Before day break spoke his doom
The hunt did not go as planned
Farmer's daughter was able to scream
Bringing the village awake with fear
They caught sight of him as the deed was done
Chasing him across moors, How do they follow in the mist?
Of course they know this land better than he
Dogging his steps with fire and wood
To hide and digest he requires a keep
Their yells frighten him more Than he has been in an age
Could he possibly fall to ones such as they?
Unlettered, unkepmt...dirty
Upon a well he happens, deftly jumping in
Landing with no splash no sound at all
He listens to the villagers pass him by
By luck there is a cavern off the well
A place to rest and digest
He never wants to feel this fear again
For the only time in his too long life
He takes lives out of fear not hunger
To this day the ground where
The village stood, supports no life
As if the ground itself had taken on his fear.
