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See he, who roams night not by it's shade, but by shadow,

for he knows of darkness not as loss,

but as light.

He, who stands in the reflection of moon,

basking in mother nature's glory,

while shunning her brother, The Sun.

Do question thy opinion of such men,

whom may speak to be heard in soundless echoes,

perhaps listened to by the deaf.

And he, who see's the world with blind eyes,

forever in dark, unable to look upon life as we have come to know it by,

yet still able to view life from an all seeing perspective.

See he, who drinks from the crimson elixir of life,

with hunger bound to whispered screams of desperation,

whom would sate such a need not in the pain of an innocent.



See he, who you name to be strange,

who ye' cast titles of "Monster" upon,

for it is them whom shall seize the night,

while you are blinded by the day.

It is said that the night holds the mysteries of the world,

in thy shadow, where most would sleep,

cloaking all that eyes brave enough to gaze may see,

with hearts of pure intention,

and souls as dark as the invitation,

they may enter night's warm embrace,

while others are left outside to freeze.



See he, dost thou not?,

he who would say words as I,

without fear of judgement, nay that of consequence?

For it is we that hath died at the hands of blinded men,

those who would hide knowledge and opinion from the world,

reserving both for themselves, in greed and selfish appeal.

Long forgotten in history, slain by those whom wish for their own code and morals to be just,

thy who rest at the top of the pyramid,

looking down upon the supportive herd thy has created.



Fools!

Fools! I scream to both!

Dost thou not have vision to see what I am capable?

I am not God! Nor am I of your books!

I am a man who see's more than meets the eye!

Ye of which cannot see, for what enters ye vision has been put there with foul intention!

By people whom you now serve!



And for such words, I am restrained to chains,

Thrown into the depths of shame and laughter,

where my only thoughts shall be carved into the dampened walls of a cell until death do me part from this world.



Carpe Noctem, brethren who see as I,

for it is us who look beyond what others have been made to see.

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Vampiregirl123
21:18 Jul 01 2013

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