Iam a Very proud member of The House Of Madadh-Alliudh!!!!!
BEWARE OF THE WOLF...FOR IT IS A HUNTER, AND EVER LURKING FOR PREY!!!
I am a 31 year old that has finally awakened!!! I have been a practicing wizard for over 17 years now. I specialize in spirit evocation. I suppose that I am just your average everyday run of the mill vampire. It is just nice for me to be able to connect with others who are like me. I am a published poet and a ghostwriter by trade. I will continue to stalk and feed until I grow weary of this particular existance, and when I decide, I will greet the dawn!!!
Feel free to email me and enter the Darkness that is my existance!!!!
I have decided to update my boring ass profile. Rather than bore you more with redundant ramblings about my likes, dislikes, musical interests etc. I have decided to give you all a peek into my tortured little life by presenting a few of my poems. These are all written by me and I hold all rights to them. If for some strange reason you like them and want to use them, please just ask, and I will most likely give permission. So, without further gilding the lilly here we go.
Buried at PhotoCasket.com
In a darkened room I see him
A creature that seems to be hiding
Slowly he makes his way out of the shadows
I can see that he is weak and weary
He is tattered and torn
His face filled with burden
He looks tired and frightened
A pitiful sight is he
Youthful in appearance, but his eyes speak of old age
Won't somebody help him?
Why won't he cry out?
I want to comfort him
I want to extend myself to him
"Oh fearful man, how can I help you?" I plead
No answer
I draw closer to him
A few steps closer now
We are face to face
But wait!!
A dark realization comes over me
This creature who is so beaten and full of turmoil,
I recognize him!
Despair sets in
I realize I am staring into a mirror
Buried at PhotoCasket.com
Even my own skeleton tries to avoid me!!!!!!!
Dear child of lighted innocence,
I have taken everything from you
I have snuffed out your flame
I took all your happiness from you,
and buried it in a shallow pit
I have stolen the purity that you were
I have robbed your parents of all of their hopes and dreams
of what you would become, and accomplish
No more do you laugh and play
No more do you fantasize and wonder
Where did I put you?
I think of all that you were,
and lament the loss of your dreams
Why won't you come back?
I miss you!!
So I search in vain for a way to resurrect you...
The child that I once was
Buried at PhotoCasket.com
When I'm gone will I be remembered?
Did I live a full life, or did I merely exist?
Will my children continue to learn from me?
Will I be satisfied with what I accomplished?
Did I do half of the things I wanted to do?
Did I do ANY of the things I wanted to do?
Was my time wasted, or was it impacting?
Did my compassion change the world?
Or did I just become a statistic?
Was I able to show those I love who I truly am?
Did I love my woman enough?
Was I a good man, or even a decent man?
Did I help people more than I hurt people?
When I'm gone will I be happy?
Or will I wander on this Earth as a ghost, looking to make right what went wrong?
Perhaps I will move on like they say, in a seemingly endless cycle of making mistakes just to learn from them.
When I'm gone...Will any of this even matter?
Buried at PhotoCasket.com
What do you do when nothing feels like fun anymore?
I have gone through a period in my life when I had actually forgotten what fun was
As sad as this sounds, it is the truth
I am jaded by my belief that my life is a waste of time
Truth be told, I had a decent upbringing
My family loved me
Taught me right from wrong, and I had everything I needed
Somehow I believe that the world is out to get me
So I set out destroying my life
A life set with hatred, fueled by alcohol
And it continues until this very day
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Big mistakes
Shattered glass, and bloody knuckles
Tears cried into a wall
An unfelt hand of comfort
Hours, and days spent staring at the air
Emptiness consuming
Songs give no promise of forgetting
No pleasure in the songs of birds
The warm sun freezes me
Words spoken, but not heard
Silent pleas to the wind
Pain, the only reason to believe I still feel
Thoughts of thoughts
Sleepless nights spent in destructive wonder
What's she doing?
Who is she with?
If only...
Shallow voices heard on a distant wind
My child is the only thing that forces me to wake up
No hope, No signs
Letters unanswered
But I continue to stand here waiting by this infernal mailbox
Buried at PhotoCasket.com
This gorgeous woman is lilyannaValamond. I was fortunate enough to have her in ly life for a brief peiod. However, I was not able to keep her. LilyannaValamond, I will love you always.
Well there you all go. A little insight into Strix Navia. I hope you enjoyed them, or loathed them. It doesn't matter either way, as long as you read them.
I will be updating again soon. We now return you to your regularly scheduled program....
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What type of vampire are you?
If you have added me to your dark little list of friends, please tell me so I can add you as well!!! I am incredibly tired of not knowing who half of my supposed friends are!!!!!!!!!
 
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