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Light as bright as day,

In which the angels do play.

Bringing a feeling of ease,

Joyful and happiness that please.



Sunshine brought forth the flowers,

Wonderful scent tantalizing the powers.

The rays beaming down,

Until the shadows can be found.



Lingering in the darkness they do wait.

Waiting for the right time to fulfill their fate.

The light dims and slowly fades away,

Until total pitch black darkness replaces the day.



Chaos is born as the blackout takes over the land.

Things that go bump in the night take and make plans.

Creatures of darkness do come into being.

Kindred of souls as Vampyres, Demons and other fiends.



Blood is now spilt at the sound of a scream.

Waking many a mortal from frightful dreams.

Dreams that now become reality in their purest form.

Bring forth the nightmares and terrors to be born.



Nocturnal natures come alive.

Bringing forth the dark magicks hidden deep inside.

Powers unleashed into the dark abyss.

Giving them strength and the Vampyres do hiss.



The Witches chant into the night.

Leading to the mundanes to be scared and take flight.

No where to run, no where to hide.

They'll only wish to be able to stay alive.



Blackout occurring deep in one's soul.

Bringing the dark energies to be born and flow.

Capturing the innocent purest of hearts.

Leading to the end of where they all part.



Will the light ever return, the people do ask.

Ha ha, laughs the darkness, that shall never pass.

Darkness consumes all even the purest of light.

So basically there's no point in putting up a flight.



Black as dark as night.

Night as black as coal.



Darkness will forever reign.

Inside this untimely fold.



Blackouts will always occur when light is unprotected.

So be very weary of your surroundings,

You may never know what may be of the foundings.



Heed this as a warning to all those who dare.

To defy the darkness of nature within if you care.

The true nature of a Nightkind, one who embraces total darkness with pride.

Is to understand the beauty of night and lunar light with nothing to hide.



So every time you see a shadow, just remember this.

It is blackout of darkness wanting to say hi with a slight kiss.



~Shadow Chaos~

April 28, 2008

There's a puddle of blood on the floor.

Flowing in deranged patterns,

splattered along the edges.



Drip, dripping from up above,

in slowly collecting drops,

spilling downward as gravity pulls.



The deep red mask of the crimson embrace.

Leaving a flavor for the Vampyre to taste.



Eyes of intense furiosity,

drawn to the glow,

of the liquid fire spilling below.



The puddle of blood.

Scent drawing the hunger into being.

Bloodlust uncontrolling,

a reminder of the cause,

the origin of the flow.



Looking above as the smell draws one near,

can be seen as the sacrifice made.

Made by the willing,

the unwary donor.



Unaware of the dangers at risk,

giving of ones self in complete trust.

Freely offering the soul to be consumed.



Traces of energy outpour,

along with the stream of freshly spilled plasma.

Continue to collect in the masses beneath.



Puddle of blood.

So full of life.

So full of death.

Energy empowering.

Given away for the Vampyre's strength.

Will in return become your downfall.

Your weakness in the end.



End of all ends.

End of all roads.

End of all paths.

Leading to the untimely finale.



The Reaper awaits at the gates.

Shadowed by darkness to conclude your fate.

Fate that has now been written,

and come to an end.



Puddle of blood,

so beautiful and serene.

The energy of life drained.



Puddle of blood on the floor,

shall open that closed door,

to the underworld once more.



~Shadow Chaos~

March 19, 2008

Annoying mundanes,

How I hate them so.

Never realizing,

Their ultimate fate.

Going on in their day to day life.

Ignoring the beauty of magick at flight.

How unaware they are of the senses within.

They don’t understand there’s much greater to be.

Fickle they are, unknown to them.

The power they hold,

Within their veins.

The scent of flowing blood,

They can not smell.

Just better for me to enjoy it all more.

A mere annoyance mundanes they do become.

They fear the unknown and hide behind facades.

Babbling on about how hard life is,

They truly have no idea how hard it could be.

Now only if they could feel the powers within me.

They stare in amazement and shock at my sight.

So what if I were black, and come as gothic in appearance.

They have nothing to brag about,

Only stupidity to spout.

Annoyances they are I do dare say.

Becoming nothing more to me but toys to be played.



~*Shadow Chaos*~

April 7, 2008