I am a hybrid vampire, 6'1", White (Caucasian), Dark Brown hair, Lean Muscular, my eyes have three layers of color. Inner most (next to pupil) is hazel, the outer most is a dark blue almost black color, in between is a bluish green. I have a precognitive ability, premonitions, often referred to as Deja' vu. I am trying to figure out a way to use this at will, which is eluding me. Often I see insignificant details that influence my life very little, other times I see major events. All of these visions were randomly timed, but none the less were of the future.
Wounded
Wounded by many, by friends close and afar.
Wounded by many, from many a scar.
Wounded by many, he still forges on,
He continues his search to find "The One".
While wounded by many, he finds her near,
Only to be wounded by the one he holds dear.
Wounded by many, his faith dangerously low.
Wounded by many, his mind starts to slow.
Wounded by many, he starts to know,
God doesn't exist, certainly, no.
He seals his soul and locks it away,
And feels no love, no pain for many a day.
His friends, knowing what they've done,
Starts to search, but find no one.
For pain has changed him; it sealed his soul.
It toughened him, made him harder than coal.
He wanders the earth all-alone.
He left all of them back at home.
For many a year he wanders so.
For so long all he knows,
Someone saw him wandering,
And, my, how she glows.
He stops wandering, wondering what she knows.
She stops beside him, and then he knows.
She wanted him, his love, his soul.
He knew that's her goal.
"Such a magnificent creature," He said that night.
"I know I am," She replied softly at first light.
Fear lay beneath him, and it was his foe.
He began to love, and fear started to grow.
Fear was strong, and he knew why,
Pain from the past as vast as the sky.
He fought back when knowledge confirmed,
She wouldn't hurt him, her love stood un-turned.
His fear was great, but so was his love;
He began to love, and he rose above.
She was wounded by many, by friends close and afar.
She was wounded by many, from many a scar.
While wounded by many, she still forged on,
She continued her search to find "the one."
And know she had found him, now she was safe.
She sunk into his arms, and he carried her far.
Together forever, they realized would be their fate,
But they did not care, not in that state.
Their love was eternal, their love was abound,
Soon they were married, and as everyone found.
They were truly happy, and nothing would change,
Nothing could, as they loved each other more than anyone could.
No more could they be wounded by many, no friends close or afar.
No more could they be wounded by many, no more scars.
No more could they be wounded by many, for they have each other.
No more could they hold any other near.
No more would they be wounded by the one they hold dear,
For they love each other more than anyone could.
