The Blade
Bright steel
Hard and stainless
Beautiful curves
Gleaming point
Glistening edge
Sharp or dull?
Does it matter?
Reflections fascinate
Distorted images
Comfortable grip
Cutting edge
Stabbing point
Will it hurt?
Does it matter?
Blood red on steel
'Tis time to meet again
I don't know where or when
But when I know
'Twill be time to go
And we'll feed well in the glen
My lady knows the way,
The life of dark, dark grey.
The fight will be good,
The run through the wood,
They'll not see the light of day.
And later, when we're done,
We're off to have some fun.
Some dance and play
Throughout the day,
Playing innocent in the sun.
Then we'll meet again,
And I'll know where and when.
Grow beautiful fur,
And instincts will stir.
And we'll feed well in the glen.
I heard a howl, and something stirred
So deep inside my soul.
I cried in pain, and through-out the night
I knew I was not whole.
The stirring grew, and the change began,
Body twisting and so cold.
Suddenly warm, and quickly hot,
My blood seemed molten gold.
The feeling grows, so fast and strong,
Under the blood-red moon.
I howl out loud and hear the answer,
We'll meet and hunt now, soon.
Chase the prey, then pounce and bite,
And taste the blood so hot.
We'll feed and play until the dawn,
AND LEAVE THE WORLD TO ROT!
The darkness wraps her cold damp arms
around him as the fire slowly quiets.
His worn leather face shows the losses of life,
while his eyes see a world not so grey.
His tears trickle down the creases,
while his lips suggest a smile.
It's over now, the suffering has ended.
So he sits by the fire, quietly
dreaming changes in reality.
I sat outside my door, waiting
for the event to happen.
Waiting for that special time
when the dark hills would catch fire
with the light of the moonrise.
I sat outside my door, waiting
for the event to happen.
Waiting for that special time
when the dark hills would catch fire
with the light of the moonrise.
The darkness wraps her cold damp arms
around him as the fire slowly quiets.
His worn leather face shows the losses of life,
while his eyes see a world not so grey.
His tears trickle down the creases,
while his lips suggest a smile.
It's over now, the suffering has ended.
So he sits by the fire, quietly
dreaming changes in reality.
I heard a howl, and something stirred
So deep inside my soul.
I cried in pain, and through-out the night
I knew I was not whole.
The stirring grew, and the change began,
Body twisting and so cold.
Suddenly warm, and quickly hot,
My blood seemed molten gold.
The feeling grows, so fast and strong,
Under the blood-red moon.
I howl out loud and hear the answer,
We'll meet and hunt now, soon.
Chase the prey, then pounce and bite,
And taste the blood so hot.
We'll feed and play until the dawn,
AND LEAVE THE WORLD TO ROT!
'Tis time to meet again
I don't know where or when
But when I know
'Twill be time to go
And we'll feed well in the glen
My lady knows the way,
The life of dark, dark grey.
The fight will be good,
The run through the wood,
They'll not see the light of day.
And later, when we're done,
We're off to have some fun.
Some dance and play
Throughout the day,
Playing innocent in the sun.
Then we'll meet again,
And I'll know where and when.
Grow beautiful fur,
And instincts will stir.
And we'll feed well in the glen.
Sugar, sweet sweet sugar of mine
When I am feeling alone and blue
And my heart turns to black without your colorshine
When I am lost without you
Sugar, sweet sweet sugar of mine
When I hear no longer beautiful music anymore
No longer joy and no longer, I am doing fine
When I lost all hopes and dreams that I have before
Sugar, sweet sweet sugar of mine
Do you feel the same way to
And miss me too like you miss the sunshine
Tell me that's everything is coming true
Sugar, sweet sweet sugar of mine
When you move closer to me
When you kissed me and taste my lips like wine
And we make love and feeling free
Sweet, sweet sug
Current Residence: Albuquerque, NM USA Favourite genre of music: mostly alternative rock and darkwave Favourite style of art: Sci-Fi, Fantasy Operating System: Win 10 MP3 player of choice: Whatever is available as long as it's not Apple... Wallpaper of choice: varies widely, mostly computer graphics Skin of choice: human Favourite cartoon character: Bun-Bun
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Cruxshadows
Favourite Books
Science fiction
Favourite Writers
Heinlein, Weber, Ringo, Drake, and many, many others
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