Like poetry... like Blood.
Like the feeling I get when I gaze at the sunset.
Like the feeling I get when I have just a little too much wine.
Heady... intoxicating.
Powerful... Dreadful.
And we chase and chase it... we recreate ourselves to be worthy of it. We dance along the edges of it, and scream for just a taste of it.
Some of us think we are beyond it... some of us perhaps are.
But it binds some of us together in a way the world could never understand... closer then skin... closer than sin.
... remember to breath.
"Give unto me your Dark ones, your Nightkind,
Those who burn with my Dark Flame,
Your creatures of Pitch who seethe to be free,
The darkwinged beauties who seek home,
My Savage Warriors soaked in Holy Blood,
To these my shadowed curtain shall be lifted
And they shall be free"
COMMENTS
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Theban
17:19 Apr 18 2011
Now this is great.