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DreamEvil
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since 1999-06-22
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0 posted 1999-11-13 12:01 PM


Passion is a mistake,
the gravest,
it died in me
the night
I took her life,
not in hunger
or a fight
to survive,
but simply
to make her mine.
I didn’t intend
to drain her dry,
but then
you know,
I never could
control the high.

I think it only fair
to start
with the beating
of my cold,
dead, heart.
Those of you
who have read
what came before
will have to tell
the others,
I can’t bear it
anymore.

Suffice it to say,
I sent my minions
to follow her
during the day,
watching her
as she went
to pray.
Never believing
and always
deceiving,
I feel so hollow.

My ravening rats
followed her home
where she entered the house
with quiet care.
Therein they heard
a slap
and fevered moan,
it seems her
husband was home.

They smelled the spoor
of a nocturnal Beast,
a common creature
with a need
only to feed.
Slowly
they crept away
from there,
returning
to my side,
in their lair.

Puzzling as it was,
my attraction to her
I mean,
I found deeper
satisfaction
in contemplating
the murder
of her mate
whom I had come
to violently
hate.

Pacing the ceiling
of my dingy cell,
with wonder
and a clap like thunder,
my dead heart
began to quiver,
unleashing a river
of feeling
that tore me
asunder.

Then and there
I made myself swear,
I would have her
by my side,
or fry trying.
I can only compare
the feeling
of being lost
to the ecstasy
of being
brought across.

The moment
I felt
the sun go down,
I headed out,
traveling
below ground.
The subway is faster.
I felt a chill
creep down my spine
like a prelude
to disaster.

Faster my heart
screamed to me,
forgetting
my imposed
social invisibility,
I took to the air
desperately trying
to keep my love
from anymore
crying.

My minions arrived
long before I.
They crept inside,
what I saw
through their eyes
horrified
even me.
The ravening Beast
was he!
Glorious murder,
I shouted
with glee.

He had beaten her down
onto her knees,
split her lip,
knocked out her teeth.
He began to change
before her eyes,
losing
his human disguise,
a werewolf you see.

My rage
knew no bounds
as I settled
to the ground,
determined
to stop his feast.
When I crashed
through the door,
the beast
was covered in gore
from the one
I adore.

Ever see
a vampire enraged,
probably not,
you wouldn’t
have survived it.
Heart in a cage,
luminous eyes,
as the bloodlust rises.
Even through the haze,
the scent of her blood
amazes me.

The slavering Beast
stood tall at six feet,
blood dripping
from his maw.
I must’ve
just missed
the Change
from the wet fur
and deranged glare,
her at
his feet.

My minions
and the denizens
of the Dark,
began advancing
as the Beast
began prancing
around her still form.
My senses told me
all was not lost, f
or her blood
was still warm.

Advancing my way
to defend his prey,
the Beast
didn’t reckon
the force
of my obsession.
He blew past the rats
turning his back
on his possession.

I roared with glee
as he came for me,
but out the window
he went,
I barely
caught his scent.
My broken love
moved even me
to ponderous
pity

I cradled
my broken love
in my arms,
faintly,
so faintly
I could hear
her heart,
gently I tossed
her head
to the side,
then drove in
my fangs,
to bring
her across.

Her blood
was like fire,
burning it’s way
into each vein.
Mounting desire
held sway
as every last drop
of that drug
I did drain.
Ending her pain
my only refrain.

Horrified
by what
I had done,
my withered heart broke
and starting
to choke
back bloody tears,
I ran for the Sun
to burn away
all of these,
hopeless fears.

From the crumpled shell
of her arose
a warming glow
so like the Sun,
yet unknown to me
that I froze
on the threshold
of oblivion,
the newborn Sun.

It slowly coalesced,
spirit,
delusion,
heavenly host,
I did not know.
It became HER,
as a ghost.
I huddled
and tried to hide,
tried not to show
my fear
of her unearthly glow.

She reached down
to fondle my hair,
in a voice
like a whisper
she said,
“There, there, nothing is wrong.
My pain is all gone.
I’ve come back
to be with thee.”

The Beast
still is in flight,
for I put out the word
on the network of Night,
any who aid him
will share his plight.
The thought
of him free,
drives me berserk.

I sit upon
my throne of stone,
brooding
on my gravest mistake,
it was passion
you see
that took my love
from me.
I took her life,
and though by my side
for eternity,
she will never be
my wife.


©1999 DreamEvil


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Now and forever, my heart hears ~one voice~.
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Systematic Decay
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1 posted 1999-11-13 12:07 PM


This is so heartbreaking...but wonderful, my friend.

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Seymour Tabin
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since 1999-07-07
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2 posted 1999-11-13 12:17 PM


DE,
Your ability goes beyond my megear praise.

Denise
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3 posted 1999-11-13 12:24 PM


You certainly weave a fascinating tale! This sounds like the movies that my husband loves to watch over and over and over again! Very well done, Dream.

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Denise


caroline
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since 1999-08-16
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4 posted 1999-11-13 12:48 PM


It is indeed fascinating, my friend. Bravo...this keeps one on the edge of the chair

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Skyfyre
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since 1999-08-15
Posts 1906
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5 posted 1999-11-13 04:10 AM


I have no words to express the value of this piece. A tale well told, my friend.

--Kess

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Michael
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6 posted 1999-11-13 04:45 AM


Indeed, you are the wordsmith.


Michael

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7 posted 1999-11-13 06:19 AM


Compelling !

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Ohme
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since 1999-07-17
Posts 816
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8 posted 1999-11-13 07:48 AM


Very nice DE. Enjoyed this one very much.

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DreamEvil
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9 posted 1999-11-13 08:59 PM


'Tis an old effort I brought back in hopes of resurrecting my failing desire to write.

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Now and forever, my heart hears ~one voice~.
DreamEvil©


Serain
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10 posted 1999-11-13 09:38 PM


'tis whatever....
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