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My Dark Prince
01:57 Aug 28 2007
Times Read: 847

Night, like a black veil descends now

embracing the world around me.

I sleep, yet do not ... your presence is near.

You invade my every dream ...

even when I am awake.

You walk ... nearly float, sensuous, exotic, unearthly

each step driving my heart against my chest.

Your eyes, sensuous, beckoning draw me

they dance.

I stir, dark desires, fought with prayers

burn within my very soul.

A sound, sweet words falling over ruby lips

caress my heart, my mind, my soul.

Long silky hair swirl over ivory shoulders.

Your smile, sensuous lips curl slowly ... revealing

Long, Pointed, Sharp, White, Glistening.

I rise, ivory arms reach out, beckoning

and pull me to your chest.

Drifting now, I float freely on a sea of desires,

my heart pounding, my flesh burning against yours.

Our lips touch ... yours move slowly.

A kiss ... sharp with the pleasure of pain ...

against my throat ...

and then you are gone ...



Night's Children now return to sleep

I fight against the gloom as I wake ... reachin

But alas, I wake only to your absence.

Of Things Lost ...
01:56 Aug 28 2007
Times Read: 848






An icy wind blows silent across an ancient court yard

Hidden, deep in the forgotten depths she lies

Sleeping now, awaiting Night's call.

And when it comes, she stirs, awaking, yet again

Eyes yet clouded open as she rises to sit

And gaze upon the ruins of ancient splendor,

And thoughts of a time, so long ago, when

She danced and sang among friends and family

And knew love and joy and could smile at each with ease.

And now a tear, falls slowly from ice blue eyes

For even now she remembers that which was lost.

She stands and lets her eyes wander, watching, listening

As those who dwell with her in the Night, sing her

Name and of her beauty.

Slowly now she walks through empty. cold halls

Filled now with but memories of love and joy and song.

Ahead the golden glow of Night's moon slips through cracks

And beckons to her and onward she glides ...

But stops for a moment, the look of sorrow upon her sweet lips,

To wonder and remember all the days gone by.

And now, above her, a hawk sings to her ... and she smiles

"Ah, my friend we are like one ... hunters in the night."

She turns and puts thoughts of a life lost behinds and

Slips into the night. And thoughts weave again in her soul



"Who will feed this hunger this night ...?"



And another blood red tear falls