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WITCHING SEASON
23:08 Aug 28 2010
Times Read: 530

The Moon is Waning and drawing its power back from this now darkening side of the earth, The Irish fields and trees are bathed in new shadow, and my blood calms in my veins yet still I thirst, Deep breaths do not fill my lungs with as much air as I need, My Muscles tense with anticipation and my mind is racing with want, The rain has slowly started to paint the streets and every drop echoes in my head,

I love to absorb the darkness through every pore, Bath and bleed in its entirety, My eyes dance glistening in the candlelight and I gaze on the stars imagining what all the other dark kindred around the world are doing upon this night. The summer is leaving, she holds the wind no longer as an Autumn chill creeps slowly forward cooling my face with gentle touches and strokes, I love the Autumn, I love the smell upon the air, The witching season is approaching, To all my dark friends and lovers-- Blessed Be!!

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VampireLily
23:49 Oct 27 2010

this is stunning.......what a visual!

Jocelyn
15:37 Oct 31 2011

♥

The shadows cant claim you!
01:23 Aug 19 2010
Times Read: 535

There are those that don’t speak, Not one word and yet their voices break all boundaries, Their eyes melt all gates, Nothing ascends but their cries, Their horror and their pain!

I hear them because they’ve been my donors, They have bleed for me, That connection lasts forever and transcends all time and distance, Remind yourselves you’re not alone for I forever hold a part of you and you a part of me!

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Blades and Razors
02:42 Aug 09 2010
Times Read: 542

The night breaths to deep, To close, and yet it holds me as its son, as its watcher as its child, But it does not bring to me a satisfaction for my hunger, a sedative for this beast, blood for this pawn, and my knuckles are marble white as they clench a fist to tight, grasping at the silent air, Grasping a salvation that seems to elude me. I damn this journey, This situation, This place that I have been placed, but the earth she moves in calming motion and the moon will soon hold her sway, I gain more strength from her presence and then blades and back up razors will fuel my candle-lit night!

Blessed be!

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