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She is dark, yet she showers with me light



She lives in the shadows, yet thirsts for my light



She is cold, yet there is no warmer haven



He is predatory, and she cannot fight





Misty spears of shadows essence



Creamy rays of moon from the corners



The warm pounding of his barely beating heart



All telling her to beware







And yet still She will run to no other place



But the warmth of his arms, in his immortal



embrace



The kiss, the touch, the light with in, wither out



The new born vampire, her throat in drought











He made her, and she loved him



Two shadowed creatures walk the night



The midnight moonrise in his eyes



He leans to her ear and whispers.



"My Immortal Life, My Immortal Love, My Undying All



In our Beloved Darkness forever"











James A. McMorrigan

H.L. SSS



Inspired by the work of Heidi Joy Niswonger-Dulom, whom I graciously thank for her wit and not putting up with my egotistical bullshit.

Worried sick, scared to death,

No sleep for me, to scared for thee

What if the Doctors right and this is your mark for death

Oh beloved angel so dark of mine,

I traide my thousand deaths and all my life, to take from thee but one of thine,

I will not sit idolly by and watch, and await them to tell me that you are ill

Instead, my lifeforce, you drink your fill

From open wrist in satin bed

Immortality now yours, rest your souls my love, for you are now not dying because life only starts once your dead.

You are my life, now you are my death

Your Gothic Romeo bids you marrow, and Dark Gods Bless

To the tune of "If I Only Had A Brain"



I'd be thinner, I'd be taller

Go clubbing in my collar

With skin pale as a moth

Dressed in black, I'd go creepin'

While the normal folk are sleepin'

If I only were a Goth

With my hair up, I'd look fancy

Like Siouxsie and the Banshees

With silk or velvet cloth

Dressed in boots, never sandals

And the room would be lit with candles

If I only were a Goth



Yes I'd wanna die

From the bottom of my heart impure

Would I like another clove? Well, sure

And after that, we'll go listen to The Cure



I'd pretend to be a vampire

Like in stories 'round the campfire

I'd suck your bloody froth

Yes the thing I'd be best at

Is impersonating Lestat

If I only were a Goth



In my casket purse I'm toutin'

Einsturzende Neubauten

And pagan hymns to Thoth

Yes the world would be depressing

Over death I'd be obsessing

And this corpse that I'm undressing

Would be sexier, I'm guessing

With my diet I'd get scurvy

And I'd worship Peter Murphy

If I only were a Goth



Daniella B.