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Here I am chained in two parallels,two worlds that has no instinction that I exist among the shadows.One world

I am a slave to,and the other whom it is a slave to me.I inhabit this earth to which is beneath my feet,I served the nights,and the moon is my friend.I converse with night creatures as thou they serve a

purpose with me.This one world I serve,the other that serves me,it is charmed by my wiles of seduction.

A seduction of lies and grace.So,here I am a world I

kneel to,and one that kneels to me.

Today I have returned from a long journey.The journey was quite amusing.Meeting new faces along the way,and conversing with others.It is good to be back here,missed all my friends.But I enjoyed my journey.Hopefully,I will be able to take another one soon.

I am so beside myself as though as a rose with no rue.Dreams crushed by the reality of ones beloved so

cold and calleous heart.His virtuous words of love are the maker of a courting jester.I shall no longer kneel to a instilled infatile talebearer.Who I once admired his love for me,but I,only admire my own guilded heart now.I assumed incorrectly about his true intentions.He played his charms quite well,like a snake charmer playing his pipe.Decieving me with his wiles and proclaims of love,in all the while poisoning me with hearts death without mercy.

Today I had to measure up my own conviction.How shall I pass on any judgement on the living,as I find myself questioning my own judgement with one that stares back at me.Shall I say this life I live is for does it really belong to this soul that hath beheld me to morbid shadows.Do I grace the nights with my presence or the does the nights grace me with its presence.

Yesterday was a wretched day for me,I fell ill to the charms of this world.The one that held me to this earth of its awakening deaths kiss.How the living soul

copes with such ailments of this world.I am better today..thou..I desire no such illness upon another.

My soul drenched in a wicked curse,a curse to behold

ones agility to chains,not escaping its clutches of felt like ashen pains.

Ahh..smell the night air,it is so filled with aromas of misty moon petals.You can hear the trinkling of dews drops trailing down the glistened tree tops.The moon shines down from the heavens to bare shadows of the night,and gemstones to follow her.What a sight to behold.Creatures of the night haunt their prey

with sounds of mighty warriors,the crickets play their violins,the owl plays his drum,while fireflies dance to their symphony.To feel the careless whispers caress

my face.Who could not love the night,filled with mysteries and mystical awakenings.And who could fill their eyes with slumber into the night.A time of serenity,and .....a place of peace.

I have searched deeply into my soul,to find the answers within myself.I look in the mirror,even though I am not there,I am there.Just faded mirages of longs past of whom I once was.I can choose to like

myself or hate myself of what I am become.I wonder if ones destiny relies on the sole purpose of what paths I have chosen.Life is not a fairytale,it is a cold

dark cruel place.I should know,its a life I live.Maybe destiny is not to be questioned only accepted.But how it may be,I called this place my home.

I hear the winds howl,whispers among the tree tops.How the night speaks to me,and the moon follows my every shadow.A candle in the heavens.

The moon with its glorious glow that can charms love

to bestow a stolen kiss.Or decieve the most whose

hearts wan dances under the heavens.Its stunning array upon the cascaded leas of ambers waves.But the moon can beheld a dark side,to ones existance of savagery,to proclaim souls of rabid behavior.

I adore the moon thou,it is my light in the night,it

shines her smile down on me.I can not resist her charms,she bewilders me into submissions of eternals

morbid souls taken within.

to let everyone know,my speech is old english.this is the way I speak,call it poetic,call it ramblings,call it fairytales.This is who I am.I do not put myself on a pedistal,but I do like the way I speak and write,and I make no apology for it.I am being myself.If I seem cross,well,I am not sorry.i just want to be myself.

Another night in my walk alone.This curse lives inside Me.Even though I stare death in the face,I find myself to fight what is it irrevelent to what is inside of me.A life of immortality.A life of devouring the life out of those who are blind to my true nature.I appear

an angel of light to them,their poor souls seeking refuge from this world of complete idioticacy.A world of ruins,a world of selfless pride.I have created my own prision,and they have created their own prision.

For hundreds of years,they have casted lots upon souls of the weak,made wars when there was no war to be had.I am not inferior to no one,I am what I

am,and I hold no remorse.

One thing that I can not stand is people who parade themselves as some kind of caring,loving,and understanding being.They are mentally exausting and draining.They are imposters,diguised fakers who

would no more love to see you fail or fall,then lift you

up,I am not here to put anyone on a pedistal,nor am I here for their mere amusement.They mistake my passiveness as weakness,and they also mistake my patience as means to belittle what dignity I have left

in my soul.I will fight back,I will not just lay down to become their earth to waste on.The wrath inside of me shall not be hidden from their eyes or ears.I will give same measurement back,as they have bestowed

upon Me.Tushea,who shall lives by the sword,shall die by the sword.and let them be a curse to me.

I was not birthed into this world as I am now.I was rebirthed to a world of savagery.I prey at night like a wild animal on the hunt for its next meal.This is my curse.I stalk,then lure them into my wiles,they beget their soul.And with my fangs,I strike at will.Laying hold of the warmth rue upon my lips.Life that once held light into their eyes fades as I drain every drop.I am not insolent only desire what this world hath beheld me to.I am cursed to darken nights and lights day is no longer my companion.I shall bask in the moons rays,and walk not among suns glare forever.Even though I am bound on earth to live a life of savagery,I can not deny who I hath become,I am no longer bewildered of my own destiny of a life of preying upon the weak.But rather accept what I am,changes comes to all,it is how we accept those changes that change us.No matter what change.

I would like thank all those VR memebers who have guided me to becoming who I am today,I am very honored to be inducted into the Coven of Shadowed Angel.I have been working in taking the task at hand in erecting my levels,and I could have not have done so without you all assisitance.May I return the favor one day.Thank you Brokenwing for graciously welcoming Me into the Coven.I would also thank my beloved Stephen,who was also there for Me when I needed encouragement.Once again,I thank you all.

Why hast thee beloved forsaken me,hast not I hath lay my soul for thee?Even in my own death,I hath a second death,the one you hath bestowed upon my heart,I shall mourn into the nights of weeping willows.I shall cast my heart into the deepest abyss.

I shall vow never to relinquish my heart to a soul.How can I bear this anguish,this wretched soul of despair.I once mocked the living for their penniless emotions.Now..I bear the same.why hath thee done to me,shall I commence the days light to burn my morbid flesh into ashes and submit my ashes to be swept forever.Or,shall I lay my heart in chains so thee can tangle my soul in webs of deciet.Poision upon your lips,kisses from a thousand vipers.Here is my lips,do as you will.I hath one request,in doing so,that I ask thee,not let my reflections fade from your eyes,let my love that thee casted out many long agos remain forever in a not forbidden place.Your heart.

I believed in love once,how it felt eternal,to share the immortality with my beloved.But like stones,so does the heart turn into stone.A cold black empty place.He once sang serenades in the night,now a emotionless silent creature,who bears no remorse.I do not cast blame upon him,but myself alone.I created my own prision with my heart.How,I conquered so many,but could not do so with his songs of whispers.I have become a enemy of my own will.I shall put my heart in a tomb and bury it deep to the farthest depths of my soul.

Oh..death can be so beautiful,why relish with the living.Leaving the world of empathy,not having the wretched feelings of yesterdays,todays,or tomorrows sorrows.Even though I am dead to this world,I walk amongst the living.Walking with veils over their eyes,pouring out the pitiful souls of despair.Why not come to my world,where the depths of darkness lays await for new beginnings.And leave the old one behind.I will inspire you to forsake the world that once held you in its bossom.Death will become you and you shall walk in the blue velvets nights,while the moons arrays glisten upon your shadows.

The morbid fright upon their faces,the fraility in their eyes.Do not run,you can not hide from me.I hear the drums beating of your heart,the smell of sweet savor that drips from my lips.Come to me,can you hear my voice.Does it not allure you,I shall not harm you.Take my hand,and I shall lead you into my world.A place of no return,a place of immortality.Your world gave you life,my world gives you death.You shall roam the earth in stealth,in strenght,and in cloaks behind shadows.You shall fear no more of fear itself,it shall become your companion.Your infatile life shall no longer exist,but under the moon you shall be reborn.I have given you new desires,ones of hath dare not to take.

I remember ages ago,how I roamed many nights in the dark abyss.Taking tokens from those who lay down their resistance to my wiles.What sweet reward.Am I a monster of the night or a animal for thirst of the flesh that awaits.Hearing the echoes of numbness of the air,stillness of the pestilence that depicts statues frozen in times past.The twigs crackle underneath my stoned cold feet.I stalk my prey,and lurk in the shadows as the moon silouettes

amongst my ashen face.Now..times have changed,remisanance of songs played of nights music,binds me into lairs of thieves.How shall I remain,maintain or substain my hunger for the nights of chilled filled air.

I have journeyed many past eras,and I find it appalling how my inner strenght has been consumed for the weak.I am not their pacifier or crutch in this forsaken life.I am a vamp in my nature,and they a vamp in their own way.I am passive not weak,I do not prey on the weak,but in return,I have become a vessel for those who seek to recede me dry of my own power and desires.And with every stride I walk,I vow to my own right,their self indulgence of the blood that runs through these veins,they will not subdue me in spuns of silken lies and faltered pretense faux words.They may attempt to devour the ores that enriched my soul,but they will have to rid me of my own life.I shall not give them thast privilege.

I ask myself while basking under the moonlits glow.

Why souls are void of such emptiness to the state of being insufferable.Why punish thyself,it does not change who we are.Why dwell on what that can not be change,but rather accept.Does not the moon arise on anew dusken night.Hearts may rap to every beat of ones soul,it may waltz across every breath of our being,but it greets the world with wounds wide open.This life can claim me in shackles,but it does not chain the very essence of my soul and who I am.

As new suns fell and new moons arose.I assumed these past lives I have lived would get better.But it is obvious tangled webs of the desiree has not changed,their hearts fail into the deeper abyss.What life has bestowed upon Me is days instilled with unfamiliar territory and past wounds that can not heal.A kiss from a rose is death as the thorns bleed with my blood.I shall walk this path of silver lit moons under the velvet skies alone.I shall roam the earth of undying days endless times alone.I believed in love once,but hearts hardened and their emotions become stale or is it I who have become stale with the stench of my rotting soul.

It is not I,who prey upon the world,but the world that prey upon me.I am not the hunter,but I am the hunted.My only desire is to live in peace,while others seek to impale my soul with chains and tombs.But I will fight like a fierce cornered tigress and free my soul from their clutches of false idealics and labels of whom I truly am.In return...that may find themselves being the prey and the hunted.May I,have mercy upon their soul.

Is love really eternity,or is it a pacifier for those who seek what they cant find,and just use the one they claim to love.Only to wait for the one they assume is their mate,but while waiting,missing out on the love they really do have thats in front of them.

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Theban
16:55 Jan 11 2010

Oh the old The grass is always greener on the other side..And we all know that it's still grass!

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even through the darkness in these ages...you figured there still be some decency in ones soul,like honesty and intergrity,but I guess the blind does lead the blind into webs of deceit.

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Theban
16:53 Jan 11 2010

And do you still have your honesty and integrity?

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I can not count the past times of those who think something or someone is owed to them.Life does come with a price,you just got to know the buyer.Or you may find yourself in a place of no return and hell.So..beware of the intentions of others....bcoz you never know what lurks in ones shadows.

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OniKumo
05:47 Jan 08 2010

A good and honest warning indeed.

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Theban
16:51 Jan 11 2010

MWhaaaa....couldn't resist it!

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May all my new foundly friends have a good old bloody time.And may my Vamperor rise today,with the new moon of the velvet night,preying in the shadows.