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A ripped page from Queen Lunalessca's diary. First daughter of the Dark Queen Foleria and her consort Lord Byron.



Is it okay to cry,

When your heart is aching.

Is it ok to scream,

When your heart is breaking.



Blows are landed,

Words are thrown.

Mistakes are made,

In this world of my own.



The tears run non stop these days,

They don't seem to end.

I wish you would come back to my

heart again.



I wish you would come back my madness,

My king of the dark thoughts in my head.



I promies to stop the sun from riseing.

I promise to stop the vampires from dieing.



The church will die i'll make it so.

Just come back to me.

My Lord,

My Love.



I'll cut off my wings from up above.

Just plea........

This poem i can't really remember when i wrote it exactly. But what caused me to write it was this book called the huntress. Don't know who it was from. Oh yeah and it dosen't rhyme.



There i sit and wait again,

waut again as the sun goes down,

wait again for night to come,

wait again for the creatures that hide,

hide in the shadows underground,

waiting for the blessed solitude of night to spread her blanket of darkness over the land once more.



These creatures of the night,

come out to feed on those stupid,

enought to be out after the sun goes down,

It matters not either way they will learn their lesson,

but i will wait here on the roof top,

wait for them to show their faces,

Because you see i am the hunter,

And they my prey.



I am the defender of the humans,

Who walk blindly through their world,

noy seing what hides inrthe shadows,

I am the last line of defence,

that stands in the way of the immortals,

the only one who will fight the hidden battles,

behind the scences,

Ever Vigilant,

Always watching,

waiting.



I will wait for them to come,

wait for them until they are all lost,

Lost to the kiss of my sword,

passing through their necks,

while my dagger pierces their hearts,

I willwait until they are gone from this world,

and are in the next,

That is my gift,

my duty,

my curse,

to this world of tyrants,

where the weak are cut down,

And the strong survive.



Because i am the Huntress!!!

This poem i wrote a year ago. Theres no reason why i wrote it just happened. To tell u the truth its a little depressing.



I sit and watch as the world goes by,

A storm is raging outside my little window,

But still i sit as still as a statue,

I do not move just sit and watch but do not see.



It rains because i cry,

I cry because i am sad,

I am sad because i am lonely,

I am lonely because my heart was ripped from my chest and never returned,

Life is hard but love is harder still.



A great big black hole of emptyness sits where my heart once sat,

I ach to have it back,

But it is gone and will never return,

And still i will remain sitting by my little window,

watching the storm rage outside,

For eternit, never moving,

never seeing,

Just waiting.



The END

Untitled ~By DragonLady7~



You hide in the shadows of my dreams.

Cold and silent, watching me.

Every night I see you lurk and stare

Surrounded, yet when I cry there's no one there.



I feel you pulling and must give in,

For I have no choice and can never win.

My battle with you must have an end near,

For no woman should spend every night in fear.



Too late it is for these words when you take me,

Into one of you I fear you will make me.

You take with you a hand once mine,

And there I'll stay, unchanged by time.