The end has arrived...
Set at 07:10 on September 17, 2021
Death is a debt we all must pay. ~Euripides
I'm not really a people person but if you talk to me. I will talk back. I'm not really a social butterfly but more rather a wallflower. I usually just like to stand back in the corner and watch people. I am the type of person that spends a lot of time thinking,& I usually don't say much most of the time. I am the quiet type & sometimes I am really more of an introvert.
I have been on V.R for over two years & I have met some great people here that I don't think I would have met anywhere else. Some of the friends I have made here are people that know me very well ,& are the reason I keep coming back here.
I'm not here for others drama &, I can honestly say that I have a only handful of people on this site that I consider to be my "friends". And most of them are members of the
coven that I am in.
In the Celtic mythology of Brittany the figure of Ankou is associated with death. Tall and wearing a long dark coat, a wide brimmed hat and carrying a scythe over his shoulder.The skeletal Ankou is a collector of the souls of the dead. Ankou is sometimes said to have two skeleton helpers who assist in loading the souls of the dead into a rickety cart drawn by black horses. He is also known as the graveyard watcher,& It is said that he protects the graveyard and the souls around it for some unknown reason.
One legend hinted that Ankou had once been a cruel landowner who foolishly challenged Death to a game of chance. A Prince, prone to fits of jealous anger and petty viciousness, loved to hunt. The moment of death, like the pain of his fellows, was as mother’s milk to him. One night, on the Sabbath, the man decided to have some sport in his forest. While chasing a white stag, a magical animal found in several Celtic Fay stories, the man and his then-drunken companions stumbled across a massive figure drabbed in black atop a magnificent white horse.
(Another symbol of Death)
The Prince challenged the silent man to a contest, angry at having found him on his land. Whoever could kill the stag would not only keep the meat and hide, but could also determine the fate of the loser. The stranger readily agreed, his voice reminding the assembled men of the sound of leaves scraping against the castle walls.
The hunt was over so quickly that the Prince could only stammer. As hard as he had rode, the stranger had galloped faster. Through field and stream and mountain, the dark stranger remained in the lead, night winds tugging wildly at his cloak. And when the Prince was still stringing his bow, the stranger let his arrow loose with a dead whistle and a sickening tear of shredding flesh.
The vindictive Prince ordered his men to surround the stranger, bragging that he would bring two trophies back to his hall that night.
The stranger laughed.
“You can have the stag,” he said, “and all the dead of the world. Your joy is hunting? Hunt then! Your trophies will be found across battlefields and earth, and they will reek of decay, huntsman.”
The 7 Deadly Sins
"Wrath is something that makes you think and do terrible things" ~Unknown
"Greed is a fat demon with a small mouth & whatever you feed it, is never enough" ~Janwillem van de Wetering
"Lust is a passion that will be served, it demands it militates,it tyrannizes" ~Marquis De Sade
Gluttony "It is the just doom of laziness and gluttony to be inactive without ease and drowsy without tranquility" ~Samuel Johnson
Sloth "Thou seest how sloth wastes the sluggish body, as water is corrupted unless it moves" ~Ovid
Pride is a vice, which pride itself inclines every man to find in others, and to overlook in himself ~Samuel Johnson
"Envy will end up killing you slowly,slowly pulling you inside out" ~Unknown
My love letters are death threats
and that's the nature of the game.
I'll make you pale when your breath fails
and you kick and screech in my bed.
feel my arms constricting like snakes
and the fatal red flood of the flow?
want me to let you go?
then give me reasons to need you
and better reasons to bleed.
I'm not gentle or kind.
I drink blood and make no petty apologies.
I dine on death with eternity jealous of me.
I laugh at heaven and hell,
knowing I'm beyond their reach.
I raise the dead to ride the thrill
when my children pray to me, offering tears.
I see men and women die and I am without pity
because they've chosen the easy way out
in little steepled buildings
where they pay to leave their dead.
I play dead just to talk with worms
who have more to say of life and death
than any rabbi or shaman or priest.
The only god I know resides in my mirror,
the only devil I've seen shares his eyes.
My will is steel, my heart a singularity;
my soul is from the grave.I am a vampire.
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