Deeply in sorrow I am,For my Syre I lost at early age... Never I learned the ways of Kindred,and frail I was in
my first kindred years..Now today I can see what I have lost, And knowing I cannot gain that back I weep and I sorrow...
I damn the Ventrue who robbed me for my syre to the darkest pits of hell.. but to no Avail... All there is left is a great mourning...
A hollowness inside... Years after My Syre died,I wept ,I cried, I shouted out in Rage "WHY?.. Why must I live and my syre be dead?"..
In those years in fright,in hiding I never got away from the sorrow. I often cried over my Syre and shaking I lied in the sewers
And Now I am fullyfledged vampyre,but with a sorrow more greater and a devouring melancholy inside my heart..

At times that melancholy comes up when I am lonely sitting at the fireplace at the Pub...
My Sadness swells and I remember everything about how I mourned years after years while I was in hiding
And I become Silent and withdrawn.. Allthough I have friends to back me up, My Sadness overcomes me and I grieve in silence
Remembering the times I could have had with my Syre.. The Travels that never would be.. The times of joy and sadness that
lays in the horisont and taunts me with their unavailability...

In Silence I shout out my Anger towards the Ventrue,Fury grips my heart with its taloned claws and hurts my soul...
In Vain,In Vain I feel then.. Misunderstood and useless.. The Sadness brings me to a place I rather won't go to
But I know.. To remember what I had I must remember what I could have had... And it hurts me

It is in those of times I really need friends.. and they come to me to cheer me up...
So Thank you My friends, for trying to make the Kindredlife easier for a troubled vampyre
Thank you that you are where I am.. And that You know when my life is difficult

My sorrow may be eternal, But you bring me Eternal Joy... And lifts my spirits..

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