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The Ice Rose
Love's Bite
Slowly, slowly, she wakens
Something seems different
Something seems strange
Her eyes flutter open
Their green depths darting around the room
Searching, searching, they seek what's new
Beckoning, beckoning, she listens
The night calls to her
The night sings to her
Sweetly, a song of temptation
Awakening a desire, a need, a hunger
Intense, intense, it screams to be satisfied
Struggling, struggling, she fights
The sheets entangle
The sheets inhibit
She begins to panic
She starts to feel lost, overwhelmed, when
Suddenly, suddenly, the sheets are pulled gently away
Blinking, blinking, she looks
A loving face smiles at her
A loving hand touches her
The panic fades, vanishes
He gathers her close, whispering soothing words
Tilting, tilting, he offers her surcease from her hunger
Fanging, fanging, she hestitates
Despite the nagging desire
Despite the unending hunger
She seeks to make sure
Reassured with a nod, smile,a soft kiss, she bites
Feeding, feeding of her love's life blood . . .
Lost
Once upon a moon
A dark, full moon
I found a love
I found a fool
What can I say
What can I do
I thought you were right
I thought you were true
You turned from me
You left me behind
You didn't say why
You never said goodbye
Only left me here
Alone and torn
Left with a heart
That has broken apart
waiting
Lost and confused
Feeling out of herself
She wanders past the shiny people
The happy people
She watches them laugh
She watches them love
She wonders what so great about them
Why do they get to be content
Why do they get to have those theings she yearns for
She walks to the lake, the shiny morror
She sits beside it and waits for something, anything
Watching and waiting
Day after day
Yet nothing comes
Nothing stays
Yet she waits
For either life or death
Just something
To end the waiting
unfinished
Bringing the end of life
A new chill is in the air
Winter begins it's strife
Calling to creatures of shadow
Quickly now comes the dark night
Chasing away the safety of day
Extinguished and gone is the light
Roaming free can shadows be
A figure coalesces from the dark
Cloaked and hidden from eyes of night
Swift and sure, his path leaves no mark
All creatures fleeing his approach with speed
All but one, a mere slip of a girl
Standing firm, she awaits him
Her long skirts the wind does swirl
Her head high, dark eyes fired with will
broken flower
darkness envelops twilight
a soft velvet breeze lingers
the ancient sorcery of passion haunts
a candle flame emerges from shadows
a lady revealed, a pale rose
bewitching scent, a magical shimmer
a crimson dream, a delicate flower
sensual fantasy turned reality
bare creamy skin, naked slender frame
a nymph in the midnight dusk
reflected in the mirror surface
an image captured by the river goddess
melancholy emotion touches lovely features
deep sadness echoes from painfilled eyes
candle flame extinguished by the goddess
lilting breeze skates through dark hair
a shining tear caresses the river lady
aching, lost - a primal scream drifts
shivering, the broken flower plunges
accepting lovingly, the river goddess embraces
nothing left, only the velvet breeze upon the mirror
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