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A message of sorrow ..
05:18 Dec 19 2008
Times Read: 596

There once was this woman who once had a life,, learning to deal with death is now her own fight.

As she sits and waits for time to pass on,

she realizes day after day her prince charming is gone.

So now in her mind she creates new things,

of magic of fantasy of men with fangs.

Sex no longer is a thing of her life,

only the past, she isn't sure she could now even do it right.

A longing touch from someone she loves,

is now forever gone to someplace up above.

So although this ryhme was not indeed sexual,

it is true indeed that my mind has went mental.....



And yes, I just made that up......





A letter written back from my good friend trailorboy :



My darling scribe, for your loss i am sad, torn from your heart was this love, was this man



It pains me to read your story of woe, such beauty as yours should not ever feel so



A love like you had, is as a rare as it is pure,



And though time it will pass, your heart it may heel, but the memory of your love will forever be real



As i sit here in sadness all I can offer a few kind words and my friendship for good



*hugs*





**Thank you for your kind words***

Lord Giavoni Poem #1 - Vengeance Comes
03:46 Dec 13 2008
Times Read: 617

He put a shaky hand upon my arm and with brave words he said,



"Don't think I've gave into defeat for our army must be led.



If I fail you mi lord this night tell them I went without shame,



My family should not hate you mi lord for it is I who is to blame.



I chose to be a knight, protection was my task,



Saving lives of others with no expectation for them to ask.



Many wars to this day we fought side by side,



I regret nothing mi lord nor the fears this day I hide.



There are many in this army and they fight very well,



With my sword in hand mi lord I will take them all to hell."



Darkness fell across the land not a single sound was heard,



Moments later our swords where drawn then things became a blur.



The sounds of metal hitting metal and the moans of defeat,



I knew without a doubt our army had been beat.



The shadow fell upon my face as time seemed to pass,



For who stood beside me now was a pretty young lass.



I thought death was upon me for an angel I thought I faced,



But only it was my blood, this angel wanted to taste.



With fangs protruding out her mouth I felt her teeth sink in,



I felt my life drain away and knew the change would soon begin.



It all seemed like a dream at first with dizziness and fear,



But it didn't take me long, to see things very clear.



Demon some say a creature of the night,



A gruesome beast, a nightmare of fright.



And yet day after day, war after war, year after year I stand and fight,



Protecting this world from the true creatures of the night.



Child molesters, murders and thugs,



Yet it is my grave they wish to see dug.



How can this be that they misunderstand,



Am I so different because I am no mortal man?



I fought to protect them and yet they don't care,



Let those ungrateful bastard's cross me, I dare.



Power and authority but that's always been me,



I still stand tall and proud the name - Lord Giavoni

Giavoni Poem # 2 - Vengeance Comes
03:36 Dec 13 2008
Times Read: 618




Silence, he said with an angry voice,



this demon army has given us no choice.



We fight or surrender but death is our fate,



we fight at our best but their blood we must take.



Sinister life is all around,



the blood of our people is on the ground.



I ask you now who will stand and fight,



take heed and know you may lose your life this night.



50 swords were raised then more stepped in,



Giavoni shouted, then let this war begin.



Armor clanged as the soldiers got ready,



the sounds of their march were strong and steady.



No one said a word as they charged through the night,



but everyone knew they were giving up their life.



Giavoni wondered how much more he could take,



how many demons would the undead make?



He is one, but his army never knew,



for hatred and bitterness inside him grew.



For a vixen of the night had changed his path,



so he vowed one day she would feel his wrath.



Seeking her out and hunting her down,



he vowed to rip out her heart and stomp it into the ground.



The love of his life was dead and gone,



the lonely path was now what he was on.



No one would except him for what he is,



no woman would he ever be able to call his.



The undead struck without a sound or whisper,



the horses bucked and began to whimper.



Giavoni let out an evil hiss,



he could smell her, he shouted the vixen was his.



He looked and he saw her step down off the horse,



his temper raised, his control he had to force.



He felt the beast rise within,



when he saw the vampiric vixen that made his nightmare begin.



She grinned at him from across the feild,



"take heed to my warning your army must yield."



The telepathic message was strong and clear,



she said to him where nobody else could hear.



"You are crazy if you think my army will back down,"



using the same mind link he newly had found.



"I say to you Giavoni take your army away from here,



for my army is strong their wrath you should fear."



"You killed me once what else can you do,



Its time now I drain the blood out of you."



Giavoni moved quick his presence a blur,



the next thing she knew the sword was buried deep inside her.



Surprise on her face and blood on the ground,



she looked up at him and said with a frown.



"You may have killed me this day this is true,



even though life and power is what I gave to you.



It had been many years since we had seen each other,



I understand your hatred and anger for me, my brother."



Her appearance changed and he looked into her soul,



he saw them playing down by the watering hole.



"What is this," he said with fear in voice.



"I am sorry Giavoni but they gave me no choice.



They took me that night they burnt our village to the ground,



mother thought I was in the house when it went down.



Truth be told they converted me to,



I had no choice but to convert you.



You would never have understood what I have become,



not unless you too had became one."



"Why didn't you tell me," Giavoni had asked.



"It has been many years since that night had past."



"I knew that you hated me for what I had done,



the beast inside you had clearly won."



His sister closed her eyes and laid as if asleep,



Giavoni fought back the feelings inside him to weep.



He looked over the field and saw death all around,



and now his sister too he must put in the ground.



Why was this life given to him,



so many burdens buried within.



Rage and anger, memories he couldn't erase,



damn this nightmare, damn this place.



He could do no other but go into the ground,



sleep the sleep of the dead until another soul was found.

Judged
03:32 Dec 13 2008
Times Read: 619






Shadows fall upon the land,

people gasp at the sight of the man.

His skin was dirty, pale and thin,

his eyes were dark with no evidence of life within.

No emotion shown upon his face,

no sympathy or regret for those he now faced.

He brushed back a dirty strand of hair,

and faced them all with a cold blank stare.

"You look at me as if I am the disgrace,

yet your sins are larger then this place."

His voice was scratchy from his screams of pain,

his blood ran freely from his vain's.

His legs were shaky but strong he stood,

evil they thought of him but he was clearly misunderstood.

His clothes were dark, black as night,

but Christian people told him black wasn't right.

They whipped him and beat him and called him a witch,

when they couldn't convince him his life he should switch.

"Do you not believe in the book you hold in your hands to be true,

do you not believe the words inside also apply to you?"

Anger from his words grew though out the crowd,

death was irrelevant but yet he stood proud.

"Lets kill the sinner, for his life is a waist,

we'll shatter his life for Jesus sake."

The crowd cheered with the woman's words,

and yet the battered man stood strong waiting to be heard.

He looked at them all eye to eye,

then glanced down at a child who then started to cry.

"Why do you shed your tears so freely, he heard her mother ask,

this man is evil it is God that he lacks."

The child looked up at her mother with swollen eyes,

then back at the accused and stared at him for a time.

Then a small smile fell upon her face,

"this is not the end for you, nor is it the place."

Her words were soft and spoken so dim,

but yet it was unmistaken they were meant for him.

With a puzzled look the man looked around,

then thunder clashed and lightening hit the ground.

The rain began to fall and the wind began to blow,

then the child said, "Mister there is something that you should know.

For my eyes are not closed, and my mind hasn't yet been tainted,

I see the world clearly and the lies people have created."

The child stepped forward and the ground shook again,

then she turned to face the crowd and said "let the games begin."

Then she lifted her hands and called to the East then to the West,

her mother panicked and began to protest.

The girl shrugged and continued on,

she knew what these people were doing was completely wrong.

The crowd became and angry mob,

"the child is a witch to, she must be stopped."

With swords grasped tightly within their hands,

they pushed forward with business to attend.

The love of God was not on their face,

when they chose death for the child as her fate.

Blood dripped freely from the tip of the blade,

and the child smiled slightly at the stranger as her life began to fade.

The Earth rolled and shook in anger, "How dare you take the life of a perfect stranger!"

The deep angry voice came off in the distance,

everyone knew right away it was God in a instance.

All at once they knelt on the ground,

even the accused so humbly bowed.

"You fools, don't you see what you've done to this child,

with her soul pure and good and her mind not wild?"

"Our father forgive us if we have made a mistake,

but she was a witch her life we must take."

"She is my child the same as you,

but her soul was pure her heart was true.

She called to me from the East and from the West,

but a witch you seen, now she lay's in rest.

You judged her falsely like many others,

you took so many children from their mothers.

And those you didn't take you made their lives hell,

how many false accusations must you tell?

Know wonder my followers have became so few,

because there are so many hypocrites just like you..

Your actions speak louder then words alone,

don't you think I know exactly what goes on inside your homes?

How dare you stand and try to play God,

just because different people to you just seem odd.

This child's heart was full of love,

and gifts I gave her came from above.

I say this loud and I say his stern,

Judge Not for that thee shall be judged

or your soul will burn.

Deceived
03:21 Dec 13 2008
Times Read: 621




In a whiskey moment, hell bound,

I looked for salvation, but none was found.

My depressed state I couldn’t stand,

so quickly I became the devils right hand.

With anger and rage I vowed to kill,

my heart was in it but yet my feet stood still.

My mind chaotic, a complete mess,

I’m not so sure I wasn’t demon possessed.

I grabbed a hold of my jack and coke,

then mumbled to myself, you fucken bastard I hope you choke.

I drank down the shot as quick as I can,

then cursed again at that cold hearted man.

Why didn’t he love me, couldn’t he care enough?

I let him have his way with me, even when he was rough.

I walked out the door and let it slam shut,

I glanced back one more time at the broken down hut.

The pistol felt cold within my hand,

it was time to end the pain and curse of this man.

I entered his house and boldly I stood,

in front of the man, as calm as I could.

My mind silenced and the sound was none,

my entire focus was the man and my gun.

Years of abuse flooded my mind,

and even through all that, he couldn’t love me, not one time.

The man looked arrogant as if I wouldn’t shoot,

then laughed out loud at me then said "cute".

I pulled the hammer back and watched his eyes widen with realization,

I was going to blow this bastard away from here to damnation.

"You know I didn’t mean to hurt you, you know I really care,

how can you point that gun at me after all in life we have shared?"

His pleas went unheard as my mind stayed clear,

I remembered how many time he ravaged my body with his breath smelling of beer.

My stomach turned with just the mere thought,

he didn’t care about the pain and agony he had wrought."I was 13 when you started your lies,

touching me in places you shouldn’t and telling me not to ask why.

My parents didn’t know the abuse even existed,

because you threatened their life if I ever resisted.

You made me feel cheep and used and unworthy of love,

you better start praying now to your righteous God above.

He never heard my pleas,

when I was down in front you upon my knees.

But maybe your different maybe he will spare your life,

after all you do have a child and a loving wife.

I hate you for taking everything from me,

my pride, my dignity and most of all my virginity.

I hope you soul will burn in hell forever,

and you better pray to your God that you see me there never."

The explosion was loud within my ears,

as I watched the bullet hit the man through my fallen tears.

I felt a cold chill run through me to the core,

as I watched the man I hated fall to the floor.

I stood there for a moment and let my anger fade away,

then looked out the window as night turned to day.

There was only one more thing left for me to do,

I have nothing left to live for and prison I couldn’t live through.

I picked up the pistol and held it to my head,

I knew in reality I would be better off dead.



The loud ring of the gun awoke me from my sleep,

and I was thankful that my nightmare had only been a bad dream.





Sexual abuse happens everyday to a child, please pay attention to the children you know.

Remember you never really know someone like you think you do. Your neighbor could

be a sex offender and the next victim could be your child, or maybe even you......



~Victoria Rose~

Immortal life ..
03:19 Dec 13 2008
Times Read: 622

A mansion of fright,



as day turns to night.



A monument of death,



reaches in and takes your breath.



In the lower chambers you will find,



a stone coffin that is mine.



If you lift the lid at night,



you will find an amazing sight.



For my body you will expect to see,



but in the shadows at night I walk the street.



Try to kill me if you will,



but through your dreams your desires I will fill.



One kiss from me is all it will take,



your body will tremble from the pleasures I can create.



So ask yourself this question just one time,



would it be so bad if I claimed your body and made it mine?



To kiss you deep dark and friendly,



to kiss you sweet and passionate, to kiss you deadly....



(The dark Journals of Lady Aurora)



written by : ~Victoria Rose~

The Phantom
00:28 Dec 11 2008
Times Read: 629

A phantom perch from way up high,

watching his victim so smooth and sly.

A capable moment he just can't wait,

for her blood he must have, he must take.

Her foot steps echo across the paved ground,

he turns his head to make sure nobody is around.

Her heels hit a solid step,

her heart beats, he skips a breath.

Almost out of the phantoms grasps

she opens the door and hears a wicked laugh.

She turns slowly to look into his eyes,

and then it was to late, she already knew why.

His fangs protrude out of his mouth,

they sink deeply, sucking, without a sound.

Her life then fades to black,

But the phantom knew then in the morning she would be back.

For he has been watching her for weeks on end,

and in love with her is where his mind has been.

So tonight she shall sleep the sleep of the dead,

but tomorrow live on and be immortal with him..