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a gothic poem that looks into the true nature and soul of the writer this one is about me |
the moon is my mystress the love of my life and how i despise her so she is my life and my death my lover and my killer she gives me life and then takes it away I step out into the cool damp air of the isle the wind from the lake blew ever so gently the sun was just about to dip behind the horizon and disapear into the darkness of the night soon my mystress will come she will rise upon me and bath me in her warm imbrase i await almost like a child awaits there birthday i can feel her before i see her her power over whelming me striking me with such strength it almost knocks me off my feet As the moon breaks the hold of the empending horizon and starts its assent to the heavens i remove my shirt as the first rays of light hit my soft tender skin my skin begins to burn from the inside out the energy flows through my vains as my mystress reaches her high point in the dark night sky i fall to my knees as the overwhlming power reaches its peek my muscles grow tighter and begin to change my skin begins to burn and toughen i can feel my mystress calling me my mind opens and my body falls into her arms she wraps me in her warmth and takes away the pain I rise to me feet a changed man stronger, faster, better my enstinct have grown to a greater hieght i know now my perpose i now have a need a hunger to feed the night is my father and the moon in all her splender is my mother born of the primal urge to servive and birthed from the womb of the goddess herslf i am the wolf, its freewilling spirit flows through my vains its need for death and rebirth becomes my religion my time is short the sun my most mortal enemy gaurdian of the day will soon rise and take away my life my magick, my perpose belongs to the darkness i run with the swiftness of the summer wind through the feilds of the emerald isle i roam the forrest and plains hunting and searching for the half to make me whole the other spirit that completes me the life that i must take the life i must make mine the life that must belong to me the nights embrase, and the moons gentle touch grows weaker in my mind and body dawn is fast aproaching and my death is near i watch the horrizon as i run trying to make it to the edge of the world the edge where darkness is limitless and always there to protect me but just as i get close to my goal to my hearts greatest desire the horizon burst into light and the i fall to the earth and moan as i watch the moon make its desent behind the trees and the sun take over the sky my mystresses dark hold releases me the power drains from my vains i am dieing and i all i can think of is living i stand below the shades of the trees cursing the sun untill the next night when the moon wins this battle of light and dark and i the wolf can live once more |