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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.
words, words, words words...
i'm tired of words in my head
they are only symbols of the feelings
not the true things that i've felt
dillusional, hypothetical
what if, why not, how come
reality askew, if i only knew
if others felt these damn things too
How many have touched angels
With only a fingertip
Magic in the moment
Like sand through fingers slip
Revel in what you saw and felt
Keep it firm within your heart
For angels that touch us, give only direction
Give us a perfect place to start
Gleem from them what you will
Take hold of all you can
For once they are gone
They' don't return to the provinces of man
Stated without a sense of fear
Felt within a warm embrace
Love of person, love of life
Without the other neither is full
A cliche` of two become one
Is only cliche` because it is true
Find love, lose love, feel love, want love
Be love, see love, in body and in mind
On the lookout for what seems
To be again denied
My task, my cross, my anchor
words, words, words words...
i'm tired of words in my head
they are only symbols of the feelings
not the true things that i've felt
dillusional, hypothetical
what if, why not, how come
reality askew, if i only knew
if others felt these damn things too
A Children's Story
The animals all joined a lodge
Just like humans do
They talked every 2nd Tuesday away
While sipping on Jungle Brew
One nights meeting finished up to quick
All decided to hang around
They told tales of their daring do's
After every story on the tables they'd pound
Alligator said take a gander in this maw
I can make any man run, just with a smile
I can laze in the River alone
Cause I have teeth for miles
Anaconda piped up, well thats nothing Al
As he put down his jungle brew mug
Men stear clear of even my suspected lairs
When all I want to give them is a hug
Thats pretty good Andy, But you can't top this
Roared Lion from the front
Man calls me the King Of Beasts
My wife won't even take me on a hunt!
Elemental philosophies
Warring for our souls
Choose wise, choose well, but make a choice
To straddle a fence is to live not at all.
A man without a center
Without a propelling cause
Stagnates, fades and festers
Leaves no mark, creates no pause.
A man who takes a stand
Whether right or wrong
Leaves ripples throughout history
Like an echo from a gong.
Make your mark, leave a thought
A legacy may begin
You have worth, your thoughts matter
To widthhold them is the sin.
