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The darkness calls to her.

The souls of the dead cry to her in the night.

She listens hearing the pains of those past.

They watch beneath the eyes of a gift

The seer waits in anticipation of the next advice so as not to repeat the mistakes of old.

The brethren and sisters she has known say it is a curse.

She ignores knowing the dead will not harm her already tattered soul.

The gift of the sense intensity given ny her goddess Nyx.

Shd cannot understand what the purpose for such an amazing gift to be bestowed on such an unworthy pupil.

She serves willingly taking all signs and direction to the heart.

She yerns to know what is right.

The only way to know is to wait and listen to the cries of the now forgotten.

A woman damned to the shadow.

Marked at birth and finding her way among the unknown.

She Hides.

From everyone she fears will cower from what she is and has always been.

She waits.

For a friend a comrad to understand her desires.

What is unknown is if she will ever find what she craves.

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TheVampyreNico
05:42 Nov 08 2011

You speak openly from the heart an soul its very beautiful indeed. Bravo. I hear your crys and will be here long after everything has no meaning any more. ~Nico

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FallenPhoenix
02:18 Nov 29 2011

I appreciate it. I write as I think whatever comes to my mind comes out in my work

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