The tears they must fall
Like a wet misty rain
To the bottom of the knoll
Filled up with much pain
The trails they leave
Tell a story of their own
They will always come
To make the Soul feel alone
They slide a slow path
Till all are gone
Thy can do nothing about this
Sit down and watch the dawn.
A new day comes
To take away the pain
Wipe the dew from thy eyes
There is no more rain.
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THE QUEST
As above so below
The Spirit can fly high,
To be one with the Soul.
Take the quiet Stairway
Through the Mist in the sky,
The Wise One awaits you
With a tear in his eye.
No longer a young one
Looking for a sign.
An
Eternity of Knowledge
Comes back to you,
Again...
One more time.
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In the darkness of the night
my angel comes to me
a shadow, a nightmare
a love not meant to be
his kisses are edged
with a dark deadly fire
his eyes, like deep pools
blaze with desire
he speaks of forever
as his arms hold me tight
eternity he promises
if I'll surrender the light
I whisper my fears
He kisses them away
My doubts he doth vanguish
Like night swallows day
my decision is made
I am helpless to resist
eternity he bestows
with one dark kiss
-Vixen0fDarkness@aol.com
©1999
A castle that floats above the sea, is an omen to beware,
the evil ruler has now returned, and the end is growing near.
His fortress he has guarded, by a dragon's fiery breath,
and he who dares to venture in, will surely meet ones death.
In the kingdom, there is a knight, whos heart shines pure and true,
he'll save the land that he loves so dear, and the wrath he will undo.
The hateful ruler who lurks within, his castle in the sky,
is unaware this is the day, that we shall see him die.
Along side the knight, two fellow men, to aide him in his quest,
A mage who holds his holy staff, and a prince who bares the crest.
Their wait for darkness will help disguise, any shadows on the wall,
allowing the mage to raise his staff, and makes the dragon fall. The prince grabs hold the golden crest, and aims it at the door,
they walk into an evil world, they had never seen before.
The demon ruler spins around, his eyes glow bloody red,
the knight recalls her lovely face, before this hell had struck her dead.
Held in his arms that horrid night, was his true love frail and weak,
he pulls her close, and whispers "soft, sweet vengeance I shall seek."
He raised the sword above his head, then plunged it through his soul,
I take your life without a tear, for the true love you had stole.
Although a life he took away, his heart could not feel grief,
he pulled the sword straight out from death, and slid it in its sheath.
He bows his head, then walks outside, and he stares up in the sky,
he knew the time had finally come, that he had to say good-bye,
The mage now calls the holy ones, to reward the hero knight,
through grave yard mist, they all stood still, as she came into their sight.
There she stood in a wedding gown, and the tears dripped down her face,
and caught the colors within her eyes, till the moment the embraced.
>From the shore, they stood and watched, as the evil disappeared,
and drown the hate they all had felt, and all had learned to fear.
They took a breath of their brand new world, and walked east into the sun,
a glimmer of hope, within their eyes, now that sweet vegeance finally won.
-Vixen0fDarkness@aol.com
©1999
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart, the center cannot hold
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world;
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned.
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
Than a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in the sands of desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun
Is moving its slow thighs, while all around it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle...
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
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She stands in a valley of gray bones smiling sinfully at the darkness
engulfing her. This, this was where she belonged. The red blood she had just
cupped...and drank slowly letting it warm her being, stained her hands. From
it she drew her sustenance, from that outward expression of herself.
She had been in the heart of killers and victims alike--
but dormant,
waiting expectantly for her birth. It always came--once that seed was
planted, once the fear and ire mixed--then she was born. Always in blood.
Hate is always born in blood.
And I lay shivering before her, alone in the aftermath of such violence
and very much afraid. Hate came near me, smiling sin personified and I
wished I could run away. I was so clean--I had been so clean, but now...now
I was being permeated to my pores by that stench of filthiness. Of stains I could not see.
Her lips were full of men's blood when she kissed me. I could feel the
substance coloring my own lips vibrant crimson. Tears dripped from my eyes
like oil while she destroyed my ignorance, my innocence with that venomous
kiss, but I said nothing. I did nothing. There was nothing to say or do.
She bit me then, the hot sting registering on my numbed body, and I
wondered if it was my blood smeared along her lips now. I couldn't tell. I
couldn't tell anything anymore except the salt mixed with the sweetness of
once-innocent blood. Maybe on my lips, maybe on hers.
I was corrupted. Tainted. Fouled.
She moved away, smiling sinfully once more. I shuddered, wondering at
the paleness--the white purity of her skin when so much darkness pulsed
within, as alive as my innocence had been not too long ago. She came near me
once more and I, again, could not move away.
I did not scream when her teeth sank into the smooth column of my throat,
nor when her nails raked long trails of sticky redness down my back, but
felt the pain all the same. Hate stroked my hair gently with her
bloodstained hands and all at once I saw the thin thread that connected us
as mother and daughter of violence...
No longer Ignorance, no longer Innocence, I was left without identity.
Without name.
Hate knew this...she bowed her head to whisper into my ear--her warm
breath caressing my skin, her voice blackest silk,
"I think I will call you Bitterness."
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Nobody heard him, the dead man,
But still he lay moaning:
I was much further out than you thought
And not waving but drowning.
Poor chap, he always loved larking
And now he's dead
It must have been too cold for him
His heart gave way, they said
Oh no no no, it was too cold always
(Still the dead one lay moaning)
I was much too far out all my life
And not waving but drowning.
The world has grown grey from thy breath;
We have drunken of things Lethean,
And fed on the fullness of death.
Laurel is green for a season,
And love is sweet for a day;
But love grows bitter with treason,
And laurel outlives not May.
"Hymn to Prosperine"
(excerpt)
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