Love's tuneHither doth the sunlight shine
Purest joy when hearts entwine.
Mine beats for thee, and thine for mine
'Ere we share love most sublime.
The far citiesWe come from the far cities
Foresworn to do our duties to the written word
We were born beneath the blood red star
Alight from a foreign sky
How many fought under the banner
- The chevron gold and black
Only time could tell
We, the undead.
No life or soul to claim yet filled
With lust and greed we march on
Devouring all in our paths
Thus we marched on
Slowly chanting our song
Steady like the rain
Rolling peals of thunder
From horizon to horizon.
We came upon their city and it was no more.
AirinAirin stepped out into the soft moonlit night, a chill Autumn breeze stirring wayward strands of hair about her face and making her pull the fur-lined cloak tighter about her shoulders. The cobblestone street was dead silent, save for the occasional bark of a watchdog or the shuffle and squeak of the rats feasting on refuse. It was a sobering change from the inn she had just existed where mead flowed as fast as blood and bawdy songs assaulted ears while men drowned weary minds in their mugs or brawled over wagers made.
Unreadable grey eyes scanned the empty street, noting how the silver moonlight almost made the road appear like some sort of celestial path leading to the heavens. Airins eyes had stirred the curiosity of many souls, though none would openly admit to such a thing. They were the kind that seemed to hold countless memories and yet laugh coldly at the world as if it were some sort of game. No matter how hard one tried, one could never quite make eye contact. As if her
A moment in timeHe looked deep into my eyes and for a brief moment, but a fraction of a heartbeat, I saw a stranger. I saw a deep part of him- that which he had tried to hold from me all these years. It was fear.
"What is it?" I whispered, taking his hand in mine. "Why are you afraid of me?" His hands were cool to the touch as I entwined my fingers about his.
He gave me a look of such deep sorrow that I wanted no more than to simply hold him for all eternity, to take away whatever was causing him such grief.
"I am not afraid of you," he replied, taking my hand between both of his. "I fear for you."
I frowned in puzzlement. "Why need you fear for me, sir? I am more than capable of protecting my…"
"There is one place that you have left vulnerable, my Lady," he interrupted, placing a finger across my lips. A shiver raced across my skin and down my spine as he leaned in a little closer. "You've forgotten to protect your heart, my little warrior. It is as soft as the swe
Night whispersIt is a strange night tonight. Mystery hangs thick in the air and the stars hide themselves behind soft cloud, a great heavenly blanket through which time has worn gaping holes. Dew glistens on the cold grass and reflects the light as if I was walking on the heavenly carpet itself. There is mystery in the air tonight, yet the darkness fails to yield its secrets to me. It keeps them hidden from prying eyes, and yet it sees all of my deepest desires and my hidden truths. It collects them, hoards them.
The breeze stirs autumn leaves in the boughs above my head and sends them dancing, fluttering like rogue butterflies on a breath of air. I can hear the bark of a hound in the distance, muted by the night. The cry hat echoes eerily amongst the lupine this strange evening.
About me, wooden planking marks the edges of the land we lay claim to. They once seemed endless, now they are confining, choking. They close off the land on which hoof beats once sounded like peals of thunder, a land that w
4. Dark - The Lords of NightCold hands
Pitch of night
Searching for things unseen
Glistening white highlight
Elusive as a dream
Shivers down the spine
Condemned for no such crime
Wilful victims lay
At blade's edge
Revealing light of day
Fear us children
Stories taint us black
Do you know friend and foe?
The Vampiric Lords are back.
2. Love -How?How do I say I love you in fewer words than three,
to describe a brilliant sunrise within my heart and soul?
How do I softly hold my heart and give it unto thee,
to take our two parts and make them one whole?
How do I describe the beauty that lies within your eyes,
to put to words the passion that inside you burns?
How do I tell a cruel world that forcefully denies,
you are my Beloved for whom my soul still yearns?
I will not say 'I love you' for it runs much deeper still,
nor describe your sunrise for 'tis with me all my days.
I cannot softly hold my heart, for it still waits until
we hold each other close and I fall into your gaze.
I dare not speak of beauty, for mortal word on you is sin
though 'ere the Gods are silent and grant me not their tongue.
Your passion exceeds the wildfire, burning deep within
and forever I am yours 'till my days are done.