-†-♥-†- Love me... -†-♥-†-

Why Angels? Well i'm obsessed with death and hell. By the way those are dark angels. And well for me angels are a sign of sadness. I would like being a dark angel myself. //__^

Vampire.
Ghastly beauty in your silken skin, your tomb-stone pallor
Ringlets of death about your ashen face
Eyes burning with unearthly fire
Your lust for life.
Rise from your grave to follow the call
Blood-lines engraved in your heart
Yield to a moment of desperate hate
To fulfil your love.

I have seen you many nights
Wandering alone in the moonlit streets
Following some scent
Of which I am unaware.
How often have I longed to join you?
How many times have I prayed to you to see me?
Your face is etched in my mind –
My eyes behold you wherever I look

I see your pain
The force that traps you
And I long to release you
Knowing that beauty and death are so close
Slender threads woven into the fabric of my dreams
Will you ever see me?
My vampire love
Will you ever come to me?
Let me share your life, your pain, your love...
We will survive somehow.

By day I sit on your grave-stone
Hoping that you'll hear the words I whisper
In your silent, weeping sleep.
My tears are the blood to resurrect you.
As by night I yearn for your perfection
And you rise again to walk alone
I wonder: will you ever need me?
Ever hear me?
Ever want me?

White-faced and solemn you creep through the streets
Preying on the miserable and alone
Feeding your own pain with the pain of others
Your victims cause you to suffer
More than you do them.
Rather take me – for I can cure you
Rather take me – for I can love you
Rather take me – for I can let you live again
And this eternity may be ours together
If you only come tonight...

Hold my hand and we are invincible
Life and death unite us in the marriage of ages
We are indivisible, indestructible.
Perhaps tonight you will understand.
You may stray beneath my window again
You may perchance look up and see me this time
And perhaps you will realise how I feel

My life is worthless without you
And the mortal world is a tiny place
Compared to your immortal universe
While I sit and dream
Of sublime pleasures to come
And thoughts of you haunt my mind
I will pray that one day soon
You will understand my love
You will understand my words
And all my thoughts will become yours
Once, for all, for ever
My vampire love...

Over the centuries we fly
Just me and my darkangel
We keep to ourselves
And let history pass us by.

Sometimes we would be discovered
And together we fled.
Found of our existence,
Not even a shred.

Years fly by like minutes.
His life force fading
Our maker's resounding words not aiding,
"Few vampires have the stamina for immortality."

One terrible dawn
My darkangel was gone.
He did not return
To sleep away the day.

When evening came
I knew the game.
My darkangel was dead
And so I fled.

He will be forever on my mind,
For I still have yet to find
Where his ashes lay
Burnt by the light of day.

For an eternity I shall mourn
The loss of my darkangel Until I'm fated to do the same
Then, my darkangel I will reclaim

Just a little romance. Even we know love...

 

Brush back the clouds from the moon's face.
Let the white lady see.
Dance on the wind with me, lady, my love.
Come frolic! Come flying with me!

Put down that book! You can read it
Come eternity!
Tonight is a night--it's a moon night my love!
Come dancing and frolic with me!

 

 

 

I want you beside me at nightfall,
On the wild wind of the night;
Shards of the moonlight and white lace on waves.
Come dancing; come join me in flight!

...and sometimes it just seems like this

 

Dinning thunder of your heartbeat
Pulsing here beneath my lips
Telegraphs along the length
Of veins from neck to fingertips.

 

Heart that calls, I cannot answer
Trapped so deep in sleep's embrace.
Your incessant measured knocking
Cannot stir me from my place.

Torturer! Have you no mercy?
Cease, now! Let me sleep the day!
No, the tolling instrument
Of torment timpanist must play.

Siren, must you lure me further?
You invade my every dream.
Raging rush of carmine liquid
Drowns me, parched, within its stream.

 

How to bid him cease his thunder?
Stop him? You will cease to be.
That, unless you join the blood-dance
Tooth to neck, both you and me.

Dare I do it? Would you join me
Thirsting through eternity?
But what difference? After yours
Another heart would beat for me.

Still, the blood-dance never ceases;
Drummers leave, the dance remains.
Hearts will cease; the drummer drumming
Slack his pace and stop--in vain.

 

Dinner-gong! Do you not know
You call me from my silent bed?
Every evening, never ceasing,
I must hasten to be fed.

Caution drives me to another
Lest your earthly clock I stop;
Drain the cup and crush the bottle
Savoring each velvet drop.

Nay! Stop beating quite so loudly!
Torturer! I'll not thus doom
Another victim to my sentence
Roaming in eternal gloom.

Quickly! Lest the madness take me,
Flee from me, I thee implore.
I will seek another's treasure,
Plundering its liquid store.

Do not seek me out in daylight;
Do not seek me out at night.
I will hunt another lover
For my thirst and my delight.
 

Someday we may meet at dusk,
Or, maybe we will meet at dawn;
But now to save you from my fate,
My love, I fear I must move on

being married for over four hundred years. That's true love!

Imagine being married for over four hundred years. Thats true love.

 

Wrinkled parchment, yellowed lace,
Time-worn pearls, buttons, hooks,
Satin skirts whispering with worn hems,
Age within the ageless face
Shown only in the artless grace,
The knowing smile, composed, serene,
Of one whose nights are filled with life
And days spent deep in sleep's embrace.

 

Youthful in each curve and dip
From cheek and eye to swaying hip,
Beside the fire she sits and knits,
Warm wool between her fingertips.
She remembers blood and rain,
Pleasure, joy, sorrow, pain,
Wild nights running with the wolves,
Or flying with me over the plain.

The youthful body, childlike grace;
The dancing lightness of her steps;
Belie the years we both have lived.
Though now she dresses not in lace,
Satin, silk, or antique pearls,
Still it is thus I see her now
Whenever I dream of her by day
While wrapped, content, in her embrace.

 

Elena: Lover, fairy-light,
Yet stronger than the steel of swords;
Mind to mind and soul to soul,
Heart to heart together bound.
Bound together, yet as free
As eagles dancing on the wind;
And thus I hope it well may be
For us, for all eternity.

Come, my love, and take the wings of night
To catch the sprinkled stars along thy flight.
The high road,
The blood road,
From the world's beginning.
Come ride the wind with me
Until the stars are dimming.

Come to me, little mortal
I can bring you to heaven's portal
There'll be no sorrow, there'll be no pain
Feelings of joy will fill your brain

Come to me, sweet human thing
Give me your heart and I'll make it sing
Forget your fears, leave them behind
Forget the troubles of your kind

Come to me... yes, that's right
Now hold still, it's no good to fight
I'll take your blood, and leave you dying
Didn't you realise I could be lying?

Bite me, vampire, drink my blood.
I assure you it tastes good.
I want to be a vampire, too,
I want to hunt for blood with you,
Wander together through the night,
And share all blood 'till morning light.
At daytime I'll lay in your arms
And sleep all day, so nice and warm.
It will be great, just you and me,
Vampires together, wait and see.
Never be lonely, never blue,
Because, my vampire, I love you.

Fly, little vampire, through the night
You think you control the wind you ride
Go, vampire, bring fear and fright
You think you're a god in your foolish pride

But immortality's just a vampire's dream
Never I'll rest before you're gone
Your blood will flow in an endless stream
The dream will be over when I'm done.

Alone I sit on the top of a hill
Thinking of how my unlife has been
Of the pain and the sorrow I've seen
In the eyes of my victims before they lay still.

Though a hunter in darkness I must be
The feelings of guilt always come back
When I sink my teeth in another man's neck
My conscience is the only light left in me.

All I want is to leave the shadows behind
And truly this time I will
For I no longer desire to kill
Thoughts of light are now on my mind.

I'm waiting for the sunrise today
On the lonely hill where I sit
And maybe, I'll catch a glimpse of it
Before the wind blows my ashes away.

Fall on me in
in sweetest wisdom
words which float beneath the tides
and all we hear is waves
that rush and whisper
ancient knowledges
again and yet again
they stand.

You walk the shore
you walk to water’s edge
and those who know
they listen with their feet
their wing tips touching
tiny bubbles, foam and
swiftly, all that wonderment
is nothing more but here and now –

We enter there
and there lies grace itself revealed,
revered and so beloved -
oh, what can I say to you?

How can I call your name
in such a way that you will
turn your head upon
your slender neck -
skywards you gaze
seawards you gaze
the breeze is lifting up your hair –
ah, come to me
beloved child of stony shores
of lonely nights,
of summers that were never bright!

Now raise your wings and feel
the lifting, feel the rushing,
come to me my love, my only one!

Don’t heed the voices in your head
that tell you there is nothing there
that you will soon exhaust yourself
in endless search again –

My child of beauty, come to me,
steadfast your heart and rising from within,
the deepest hunger, longing, desperation
for your journey home to me.

I need you too, your youth and beauty,
I need your glorious wings to stroke my skin –
rise!

Rise, fly and close your eyes,
my call to you will bring you home.

Don't seek a lighthouse
nor an island in the stormy sea
instead you see
a mirror in the sky
clear silver blue
and that will be your portal –

I await you
on the other side
of morning.

 

Blue black
like the shadows of the night
silky snakesmooth
to my touch
I am living
with the memory of you -
my angel
my fallen angel

Old as stone
and stone strong polished
screams like a help call
from your hell
so brittle
that the slightest slight will
break you -
my angel
my fallen angel

In every shadow
of the darkest night
in stranger's eyes,
in silent pools,
in your raven wings
reflecting blue the moon
always with me,
always with me
my angel
my fallen angel
my love.

Your skin,
once perfect,
once a pale sweep
of unbroken desert dunes,
has felt my kiss
and now it cries -
ruby tears are welling up,
are slowly sliding
down your throat,
glistening, delicious
tears of joy,
of life
of your awakening.

I am always moved
when I thus watch
the sorrow of the body,
expressed, released,
out in the open now
for all to see -
and it was always there,
and not to know that
is the deepest
of illusions.

Here, watch with me.

Observe with fascination
as your treasures flow
across your breast
and make their way
to your most intimate
of oceans - this is my
sacrifice before I start
to make all this my own,
my gift to you,
the first of all,
the most important
lesson of your life.

Now close your eyes.

Give up your yesterdays
and your tomorrows -
all those are gone,
will never be
and you and me
will take a journey
new and bright,
into the night
a dawn of radiance
awaits.

We swept into the sleepy town
on wings of night; we were
a rushing, a ferocious wind
and we were hungry.

Some felt us coming.
Some amongst the fat
and frightened sleepers
raised their heads, their hooded eyes
would try in vain to pierce the dark -
as always, they would try to find
a refuge in a fire, that is all
they ever knew to have,
to stand between them and the endless night,
filled to the brim with life
that wants to feast upon them,
wants to sink its flashing teeth
without a second's hesitation
deep into their unprotected flesh
and tear their worlds apart
in a bright ruby sacrifice,
a baptism of blood that ends
their meaningless existence.

But all the fires do
is blind them further still
and take away whatever chance
they might have had to rise and flee,
or to agree and find a balance,
learn our ways and share our days and nights
in some form that resembles an ecology -
but they do no such thing,
instead they quiver and they tremble,
they pray, they stare -
right up until their end.

Yet there are others, rare amongst them,
who would try to see.

In every village, every town
there are a chosen few
who celebrate the coming of our kind,
who see us not as monsters
but as saviours and they prayed
that we should come and take revenge
on their behalf on all that madness,
all that sadness,
all those pointless lives and lies -
those are the children of the night,
they run to us and they care not
if they should live or die,
for those we are salvation,
either way.

So here we are and here we stand
in drifting veils of time and power,
our family is here and there before us
lies the sleeping town.

Bright is the moon above;
it lights the shadow shapes
of those few who have come to greet us,
meet us and invite us to begin the feast -
as is tradition, we enfold them first
and some of those if they are strong and pure
will join our family;
and others will find sweet release
and will receive the blessing of the night.

This serves to heighten our senses;
and the hunger is now such
that we must laugh and spin.

We stand together one more time as one,
we play with our exquisite and excruciating need,
we make it crest as high as it will be;
and then we rush into the town
and now, the feast begins.