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The Servant's Kiss, Part IThousands of years ago, in the darkness of another dimension, known today as the Nightosphere, an epic war ensued between the vampires and the werewolves. The war went on for centuries, with no end in sight; only death and bloodshed. Finally, a victor emerged from the smoke and destruction. The vampires had won, leaving the werewolves broken and heavy hearted.
Working quickly, the vampires enslaved the werewolves, turning them into their immortal servants. Since then, the werewolves have worked for the vampires, and they are expected to do so for the end of time.
“Hey, Marshall! What’s with this book?”
The young adventurer, a feisty blonde named Fionna, had helped herself to some of her friend Marshall Lee’s books. One large, leather bound novel in particular had caught her attention. It was titled History and Ancient Battles of the Nightosphere.
“Hm?” Marshall Lee, a dark-haired punk of a vampire, floated over to Fionna, and peered o
Rating: All Ages
OMG, I LOVE YOUR VOICE U SOUND SO HOT!
Why don’t you just fess up and show us what you look like?
Can I make love to your voice? <3
He couldn’t take any more of this.
Ryan shut down his computer, sitting and staring at the blank screen long after the desktop had said its programmed goodbyes. There was an eerie silence about the house as he tried to collect his thoughts.
He didn’t even know who he was anymore.
It had gotten so bad that he had stopped reacting to the sound of his real name. His sister had called him multiple times the other day before he even registered that he was talking to her. Finally, after he had answered, she giggled and said, “Sorry, Cry…guess I should call you what your fans call you.”
His web life had a life of its own.
Sighing and standing from his computer desk, Ryan moved slowly through the near-empty house, his sister and her lover gone for the evening.
Flitting FormsFlitting Forms
Standing in the shadows that evening,
Trying to concentrate on the tasks at hand,
The vision from the corner of the eye is fleeting,
We can barely understand.
The objects that flit past us then
Resemble shadows, nothing more,
We turn to look more thoroughly,
But they vanish some time before.
Were they specters of the ones we once knew,
Or merely illusions of sight?
They weave in and out of eyes' reach
And then disappear in the dawning light.
Oft I have seen such shapes
From the corners of my eyes,
But they are gone from sight
Far too soon for me to realize.
Science lacks an explanation
And so it claims they are illusions.
Any attempt to explain or comprehend these things
Only adds to the confusion.
Ghoul NightWe watch quietly in the night
glimpse spirit light
breath of cold air
chilling dark stare
Pale phantom make us her slave
dance on the grave
hear the ghouls howl
out on the prowl
The hungry ones begin to rise
with blood red eyes
laughter of crows
the Devil knows.
The King of MadnessMonsters live
inside your head
they eat you up
until you dread
Fight off your demons
is what they say
if it was that easy
You'd done it that way
You know the issue
goes far deeper by now
and the words that you scribble
will be your last vow
You swore to protect
you swore to save
you swore to be a king
but never a slave
A slave of your mind
that's what you are
and now you regret being that ignorant
when they said: Madness goes far
Above and belowThese are my words so here the well
This is my cry in this flesh cell
In life and death I curse your soul
I speak this curse and pay the toll
You trapped me in this mortal flesh
You burned my wings and spread the ash
Left me for dead in mortal skins
Uncounted lives to pay my sins
Enchained in this world left behind
To give immortals peace of mind
I scream for my peace all alone
No ears to listen but my own
I curse you angles, damn your grace…
How dare you show light has a face!
Your wings will rot and fall to dust
Your swards and trumpets…scattered rust
I was not worthy for your light
Left with the dammed to share their blight
No eye was open for my grief
A second’s mercy…only if…
A demon’s fate? Such lunacy
Hell is like Heaven don’t you see?
You demons ride on wings of night
Like insects drawn to flame in sight?
You vile creatures of the flame
I curse you in this endless game
To fight and loose…to win again
Never to see it’s all in
dark confessionspill it all
such a waste
I may still
crave a taste
will I won't
until I might
if I still
want a bite
truth be told
lies were said
a little became
spread my wings
fly the night
died of fright
FreedomThis slavery is hell, and the gateway is this earth. Your life, your love, your flesh and bone, all sold for little worth.
This deal with the Devil was shown off to bring a feast. But now instead we live in dread, and labor for the beast.
No choice have we, to be inept, we must conform, we must accept.
If not their penalty awaits. To them death is too sweet a fate.
So when it comes unto their eye,they simply will not let us die.
Their help comes not from care,nor woe. They simple want one final show.
You cry and scream,a sickly mess. They tell your loved, its for the best.
They laugh and mock your pain and fear. No more I say, I'll end it here.
So here is your show, from a dying slave.
Sit back masters, and watch the stage.
For once I exit that stage door, you can not hurt me anymore.
These rags you gave me will do fine,to fall closed on our story line.
This sturdy base is quite well kept. I'll lay the blocking step by step
Just walk up now and take my place. In moonlight, so they'll s
Dead Inside Dead Inside
Words or sayings going at a fast pace,
But not hearing what the persons says,
Dragging through the sands of time,
Slowly waiting for your time,
Hollowness settled in your chest,
Where a heart had once been,
Not responding, not reacting,
Just going on like an empty shell,
Not bothering to pick yourself up as you fade away,
Not living, Not even trying,
Gave yourself up with no warning,
And now you’re not even alive,
You’re just dead,
La Hermana Perdida. Parte 2Una Nueva Compañera. Parte 2
La Hermana Perdida
Rato despues de recrear su infancia....
Madre Muerte: ahora deben estar juntas, debo irme, las vere pronto, Lisandra, Aseni debe prepararse para su iniciación, esta noche, en la reunion de asesinos
Lisandra: hasta pronto Madre Muerte
Las dos: *salen*
Aseni: ¿Ahora que hacemos?
Lisandra: bueno, te dire que en esta ciudad anda una shinigami que es una plaga, te recomiendo que tengas cuidado con ella, puede hacer que te mates a ti misma
Aseni: ¿Y que eres tu?
Lisandra: yo soy una konemi, y ya que tu eres mi hermana gemela, de seguro eres igual a mi
Aseni: lo dudo, muestrame tu marca, si es que tienes una
Lisandra: *le muestra su marca*
Aseni: no es nada igual a la mia, la mia es mas grande
Lisandra: no lo creo
Aseni: MIRA *le muestra su marca*
Lisandra: no puede ser....
Aseni: ¿QUE? ¿Pasa algo malo?
Lisandra: esa es....
Lisandra: Es una marca.... eres.... ¡¡¡¡UNA SHI
Over the EdgeI walk and walk over ground
Strolling through the endless plain
nothing sounds, nothing heard
except the sorrow of my pain
My feet are cut, bloody, sore
I refuse to stay a moment still
My struggle's end is coming near
The cliff of mine is of my will
I Stand upon the world's edge
Looking out into the dark
Wonder what the light could bring
I spread my arms, reach for the spark
The silence calls me, I obey
I fall forward, step off the cliff
A free fall through my nightmares
The horrors touch me with a kiss
I am waiting for the dawn
I'm floating in liquid night
No breath stirs the air around me
I have given up the fight
The space around I can see
Light cascades in many flashes
The night is gone and with it me
I float and turn to ashes
Kiss Me In The GraveyardKiss me in the graveyard.
I know it may sound strange
But I assure you, you’ll like it,
Though it appears deranged.
Touch your lips softly to mine,
As we sit here alone.
You’ll soon forget, within due time,
That this is where ghosts roam.
Kiss me in the graveyard
While you hold onto me.
Think not of corpses buried here
Beneath the dying trees.
Fear not the sound of gusting wind,
The feel of ice-cold rain,
Nor the sight of ghouls and spooks
As they rise once again.
I know I may not smell too sweet,
My eye sockets black holes.
Please don’t mind my hanging flesh
And my lack of a soul.
Just kiss me in the graveyard.
Say that you’ll stay with me.
For I’m your rotting lover, now
And for eternity!
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