Is that you that I hear?
Your footsteps on the ground above my head.
Your hands apon the headstone that bears my name.
You are a dweller in the night! Beware I bite!
On cloak as black as sin, I float, I fly.
In hunger burning bright, seaking prey.
Life is flowing deep within.
I send it bubbling fourth.
and then I drink it in again.
Another night, never day.
Away away, into the dark I flee!
where I might hide.
waiting for another night.
Did you hear?
Did you see?
Do you flee?
Or is that your hand I find near mine?
In the dark! Dwellers in the night!
Beware we bite!
Come, I will sing it in your ear:
Your dancing days are come.
All the feeling you hold dear
Will lift your spirit some;
Dance until the rosey dawn
All in a gay, glad rag.
I carry the Sun in a golden cup,
The Moon in a silver bag.
And I will sing you merrily
nto my ring of dooms,
And I will twine into your hair
A wreath of maiden blooms.
You'll turn, when dancing days wane low
To Crone, but not to Hag.
I carry the Sun in a golden cup,
The Moon in a silver bag.
Maiden grows to Mother,
And Mother into Crone,
Dance, My darling daughter,
Beneath My rounded Moon.
Dance in argent splendor
Until your spirits flag.
I carry the Sun in a golden cup,
The Moon in a silver bag.
COMMENTS
This is beautiful, as well!
I very much enjoyed reading it =)
lovely
COMMENTS
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vampchica4
04:03 Apr 28 2009
beautifully put! I like your style. you should write more.
Lordpeace
17:44 May 03 2009
they have a hard on for fullsentences i think i say poetic license nice imagery
evilsandwich
11:33 Aug 04 2009
awesome ^_^
i really like that
VampireLover91
02:46 Aug 14 2009
Beautiful! =)
xXxSwallowThePoisonxXx
05:47 Apr 26 2010
Very pretty. I like them all. :)