by
~~ La Vampire Voltaire de Cuir du Lyons ~~
Ventrue ~ Court Scribe
The dusk has broken as her spirit has risen!
All who worship her, do so, from the prison
of their own darkened souls. A light she brings
these unfortunates. She gives her heart, no strings
attached beyond the love she wishes back.
In ancient time she ruled the Egyptian sand,
turning her people from feasting on mortal man.
Giving them a will to choose between evil and good.
She brought meaning to this morality she would
gage, caught between fascination and rage.
Darkness called her name and she called the spirits.
Bringing them out to fulfill her inner emptiness
with elegant beliefs. The spirit Amel joined her soul,
and the Vampire was born. Immortality found its role,
and the Dark Gift was first given from her lips!
Taken out of Egypt, she was placed within our hearts.
To find a home inside the Court where were all a part
of this love we hold so dear. Eyes of deep blue seas
and hair of flaming red, a spirit so caring, true to please,
a laughter from her being echoes in the rafters!
The fair Akasha, wondrous . . . spirit of our age!
How she graces the centuries as words upon the page,
without her we would be lost, hidden in the shadows.
She is our advisor, guardian, Elder and Cupids arrow
of love. With honor we soar as her playful doves.
Hallway
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