I drink to my blood,
Drink to my creators,
To the Lord of darkness
And the many gods of the undead
I drink to the night,
And the blood it brings,
To the hunger that drives me,
And to the sun I miss.
I drink to my brother,
Sisters and all of my kind
To the hunters and followers
And to my weaknesses
I drink to the centures I have lived
Drink to the loves I have lost
To the days and nights gone by
And ot the centuries I have yet to live.
Alone I sleep, for centuries I lay here
Undesturbed and dead to the world
A myth to my kind
I feel something sharp pierce my wrist
Warm liquid trickles down my throat
I am awaken by one of my kind
A vampire of equal beauty and hunger to mine
Tonight I feed and regian my strength
As centuries pass, I grow bored
My love blames himself, tis not his fault
Alas my love, when trouble comes wake me then
Or should you get lonely, join me in my sleep
Until a new dusk falls upon us!
Deep, in the heart of the woods
A rustle of feet are heard
Heavy breathing fills the air
The moon shines thourgh the trees
The wind rushes thourgh
The trees moan as the weave
A growl is heard off in the distance
Followed by a shill cry of an animal
The beast has claimed dinner tonight
In the dark I hide
Waiting in the shadows
Stalking the victims I smell
The beat of their heart
Pounds in my ear
Here he comes
Closer and closer
Slowly I step out of the shadows
Time to strike
Dinner is served
Here in the darkness
Screams are heard
Smoke comes from the sky
I join the screams and chants
We all quiet down
For we can barely here the tune
Of a guitar riff so unforgettable
Lights flash on and off, on and off
The guitar gets louder
Soon joined with drums
Then the DJ starts,
Fire lights up the stage
My friend and I start to scream again
And then his face shows
And then his face shows
And the unforgettable lyrics and voice, echo
My friend and I melt as he sings
And in the full strength of the song
Join the mash pit.
Deep in a dark, dark world
Something grows
One of secrets and pain
sorrow and hatred
It weaves in and out of darkened corners
Waiting to be released
It feeds on fear and pain
anger adn hatred
It is the howling of night,
the screams of the dead
and the bump in the night
It has no name or cause
It is just the thing that grows
In the deep recess in your mind
life is like a river, flowing every second
life is like and avalanche, destroying everything in its path
life is a maze with no way out
life is a new start with every new day
life runs on guitar rifts of once great artists
life is the good times and the bad
if you don't slow down everything will pass you by,
and should hte river stop flowing
the avalanche stop rolling,
an exit shows up in the maze
you have grown weeker, and choose to give up
and if you take that exit,
the guitar rifts stop, the music stops,
and all that is left
is the 6 foot hole.
(copyrighted Amanda 2002 poetry.com)(being published)
The time has come to change
to start again in a new world
The days of old are all gone
the only thing left is faded memories
The sky has lit, with a brand new sun
A new day breaths new life
and the light washes away last night's scares
live free and happy, and without care
light, dark
sun,moon
in, out
up,down
everything has its opposite
life,death
each turn you make
each choice you pick
makes one of the two closer then before
left, right
front, back
right, wrong
it is coming, it is coming
time has come for me to believe in something bigger then I
In the world, in the world
There is somehting forming
there is something brewing
a night mare is coming to change the world
and there is nothing that the world can do
it has come, it has come
one by one, armies take form
one by one, the nightmare moves in
the fight is comeing, and there is no where to run
must decided
die fighting or die a coward.
One by one, soldiers fall
one by one, armies are desroyed
but one man rises from the marshes
rises from teh bodies of fallen hero's
He is the one who will save
a lonely town, from the unspeakable evil
he is Beowuld
(published poetry.com copyrighted poetry.com)
(inspired by Beowulf)
Into the firey pits,
the belly of monsters,
the sea of storms,
the champion rises over and over
to stand against teh wrong
to fight for his belief
to hol dture to one's herat
and face the fears
of today
Deep in the dead of night
A scream is heard
The gaurd walks past a door
Another cry of pain
A king paces back and forth
Another scream, a woman walks out
A baby's cry is heard
The man rushes in the room
Only greeted by sadden face's
The women is dead
And teh child lives.
Years go by and the child looks on
His father lies in the same bed,
of his mother's death
The man tell teh son, of a borther he did not know
The man dies in an instant
The chamber door opens
A young man steps in,
The beloved son of a king, lies next to his father in teh ground
And a new king is crownd.
(written in 2001)
Down a dar corridor
Down steep stairs
To a room
Where a prisoner waits
Waiting for food, waiting for light
The door opens,
Tis not a welcoming site
Tis teh grim reaper himself
There is no cry of pain
No pleading beg
Only a thud
Of a head hitting the ground
Out of the cell,
Down the dark corridor
Up the sairs
The body is left to rot, the body
of the lonely prince
(written in 2002)
There are people in this world
that always stand by one another
thourgh the good times, and the bad
No matter what happens to them
They are always there
Side by side
You are one of them
The few that can call themselves
A true friends
You are there when needed
You are there when things seem unforgiving
No matter what
You will always be one of the close nit group
Of Friends
(to my friends who have stood by me thourgh all the hard times in my life, i don't know where i would be without any of you. and you know who you are. i thank you for being there in my life when i needed someone. i would be lost without you or somewhere worse. thank you. )
Can you see what the future holds
Is it bright or is it dark
Is there a future for the world
Mirror Mirror
Do you see the sky's clear again
Do you see the star's shining
Do you see the darkness lifted from our eyes
Mirror Mirror
Can you see what the furture holds
For teh world that is cloaked in darkness
Will it be bright once again
Mirror Mirror
Will you answer
Will you see
Young one
I see the future
I see blue skies
I see hope filling the world again
And are being published in two books. Patterns of life and Letters from the soul.