These poems were written by a good friend.
Unfortunately I have lost contact with him.

It is a natural terror when the darkness does claim
The foolish victim unawares and starts to dismember him and maim
To the point of unrecognition, and never letting the reason surface or the telling of why
Just a flash of quickness, the sinking of fangs and the attacker returns to the sky
Leaving the crushed mortal's body where it lie face down in the mud, a broken heap
Letting the mystery of his death linger on the lips of detectives, and the puzzle will keep
Being brought up over and over again like a broken record
Never able to be fixed once it is scratched, and the owner is bored
With it, so the case is unsolved
Many will try to crack the puzzle but it remains to be resolved.
They disregard the bite marks on the neck, a very good lead
To the creature of myth that will eternally feed
On mortals now and in legend spoken only by parents to scare their child
But they never tell the truth, only lies, that there exists something dark and wild
In the shadowed embrace of Mother Night, a creature so frightening, so UN-human,
That reality tends to forget of the horrors that dwell under their feet, a fuming
Lot of undead, Vampiels if you will, or maybe as the legends speak the Nosferatu,
Totally canceled out by our race ready to forget and lost for true
Knowledge of these creatures is dangerous to know and you
Might not want to find out the truth once you have it in your palm
Because they will know if someone is too close and will remain patient and calm
Until the opportunity arises to take you out or, better yet, make you one
Of their own kind, a damnation forever, and never will you see the bright sun
So glorious before and now meaning a slow and horrible death
Burning you with the fire of Hell, unspeakable, taking your last un-breath
While you crumble away like so much powdered dust.
I know of these things and it is not something I would tell of or just
Open all the secrets of my kind for I too am trapped in an infinite web
And every passing century I can feel my human soul, my reason for existing ebb
Away to what seems like the last strand of decency and honor, the last
Emotions I held so dear like life itself, now fading away, taken in a horrendous blast
By an unmerciful and Unyielding whirlwind with thousands of sharp teeth grinding
its way into my heart and soul, leaving me nothing but a robotic act of being, a binding
Feeling that eats away at me like cancer does to the cells and, alas, I cannot cry
For my condition forbids me the release of such sweet pleasures as emotions are
And to tell you the truth, that is the hardest burden to bare given to me in my state, an eternal scar
That will never heal. Humanity is totally gone from my soul to say the last regret
of my eternity. That is what I wish back, my ability to cry and I would bet
everything this world has to offer: beauty, life, pleasures - everything would I lay down
For a chance to walk in daylight and maybe go unnoticed in town
And not be stared at because I am way to different, a freak, and maybe to be
Just in love once again and I mean to truly love with passion, fierce and unbarred
Like no other that has been witnessed since Anthony and Cleapatra were scarred
With their lust for each other, now that was truly a great romance worth to put in the memory
Taking every painful and every suffering moment of my existence into nil
And only then would I be content, only then would I still
Want to go on. Only then would I have a hope and maybe dream
That life really is worth living as a mortal or undead and maybe seem
Not too bad.
It is just that I woulbe still sad,
And maybe not knowing what I would miss
Of the human emotion of Happiness or bliss
No, actually I do not regret
Actually, maybe not yet
But someday I will
And this eternal lust, actually a thrill
Of drinking blood will get sour
After hour upon hour
Year upon infinite year
Till I start to fear
The worse
And rehearse
My death.
What a precious price to pay for immortality!

- Sevaati Megradma of the Order of Sullashti-Maah
Writings of The Maesh-Laa : Book of Nelthlassq
1348 A.D. - Yepaath i lagarnaa Veelophran esh.

to retire for the night
lets you possess your dreams and sight
of passion and love you gain
when dreamt of not in vain
it hits you with a fire, unearthly it would seem
making you sweat and fantasize, a climatic stream
by letting your passions go forth
creating inhuman hunger for warmth
in your dreams at night
letting you have your soul's sight
of desires.

but i do want you to know
that wherever you go
you are a truly bright star
and i wanted you to know the truth of what you really are
an angel heaven sent
and no one can prevent
what i have told you.

it was a night to remember with full moon
knowing that she will be coming soon
he awaited her arrival, a constant ticking in his ear
it was their first meeting, and he had something to fear
a fear only possessed by one who loves true
no matter what happens they will get through
this night of romance that is fate's natural choice
will be a perfect time to give it a voice
a voice so sweet and so inhumanly pure
will melt your soul with total pleasure
and create a bond so true, so rare it is
that no matter what she will always be his
she arrived, and the moon shone on her skin like holy light
and he had never seen such a heavenly sight
she was as irredescent as opal, and glowed like the rarest jewel,
he anticipated her touch and trembled like a fool
their eyes met for the first time creating a powerful spark
creating a fireworks display lighting their world of dark-
passionate colors of warm red, comfortable pink, and spirited green
and all the other colors of the rainbow could be seen
he pulled her close and kissed her lips of purest wine
and than whispered in her ear i will be thine
as a dream would permit they kissed like one soul
making their halves into a infinite bond of one soul
and as they kissed, the world started spinning
the quick pulse of their hearts locked as one, their wills were thinning
soft music and candlelight reflected off their stares of the hottest fire in hades
taking them to a place beyond time and space, a love that would be impossible to fade

Love's a heroique passion which an find
no room in any base degenerate mind:
It kindles all the soul with honours's fire,
to make the lover worthy of his desire.
Against such heroes I success should fear,
Had we not too an hoast of lovers here.
you are an army of bright beauty, come with me:
i am one with your soul and you will see:
that i am fair and brave on each side shall contest;
and i shall overcome all who think they love you best

In a room lighteed red
we lye tangled in our bed
dark and fair
I can't compare
there is no other place i'd
be instead.
Passion is no problem
neither is pleasure
unleashing our desires
a surprising treasure
I make you want to need,
and our souls shall feed
on something lost
but now found
tired we are and slowly fall
to sleep without a sound
and in our dreams we keep
a calm so serene, so deep
In our hearts because we both know
we will never part.

She stands before the silvered glass
Gazing upon her countenance
The beauty that she sees belies her beliefs
A whisper of softness touches her lips
A slight smile conspiring with bright-eyed mischief
Inspires her imagination
Her image, shimmering in the reflective light of her soul,
Laughs
And with a shrug, a child is born anew.

She waits, watching the spirits of youth play in the sunlit highlights
of her hair
The velvet ribbon of life entwined between her fingers
Played out its predestined dance of life.
Her wounded essence, replaying ancient injuries, cries out for healing
Her heart, once closed, years to open
To be born anew.

She is the goddess ecstacy
Her soul dances freely in the ether
As she encounters those similar to herself
She whirls within the vortex of the healing light
Her aura inspiring awe in those that she touches
Vermillion raiment swirling round
As her dance continues.

And yet she stands before her reflection
seeing her light
feeling her gifts come into sight
her beauty is open for all the universe
yet she remains closed in the safety of her bedroom
awaiting the supple spirit of her release.

See her spirit there, a shimmer
Yes, see her as she is
As she is and always will be
Know the goddess, for she is you
And her beauty was always
And always will be.

The woman before the mirror
Seeing herself as never before
Iridescent blots of her Goddesshood
Aflame in the ether.

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