araphel

Staring expectantly into the whiteness that lays before me I drift off into a wakeful slumber, wishing i could dream; Dream a dream of darkness uninterrupted, But a dream is a dream and never what it seems. Caught in the icy grip of paralysis unchained, Distant voices call out, wanting an eternal audience; Spirits caught in the breeze gaze at an unknown deity, Mystified and terrified of the awful radiance, They flutter away in sulking silence. They await The coming of the Lord, the Master of the Empty Castle. The castle grounds barren and grey, long ago forgotten, Long ago abandoned by the cold and distant Master. Free from all ties that bind, Out of time and without place, The search continues for a Long lost and familiar face. The gravity of a lost and kindred soul draws me in. Wrapped in a shroud of transluscent snow, She dances the dance of the victorious heretic. She speaks of infinity in a whisper low. Gone. The dearly departed, gone in a flurry Of disembodied memories of a life-long woe. Nothing but ice left at the scene, yet I can feel her laughter in the wind so cold. Floating on the memory of a life less lived, I cling skillfully to the great void that is truth denied. A great white web hangs over my eyes, Sheilding my fragile soul from the withered lie. Surrounded by an angry riot of flickering flames, The wax forging a twisted path down my spine, I fight the urge to surrender, the impulse of damnation. I close my mind and find my decadence divine. A host of angelic faces taunt me and tease me, Their splintered wings fanning the insanity of the firelight. Stars emblazoned in their eyes, they begin to fade away As I fight for my life in this, the endless night. Enough. I've had enough. Time has had His way, and now is the time to forget... But one last loving caress is all I need to begin my immortality. And so there you are- the one, in another time, I left. I find you here, walking among the dead who sleep beneath their stone, So beautiful the dark circles beneath your eyes, the windows To your dark and wounded soul. The soul I can probe For all eternity. The only love I'll ever know is The lust I feel right now as my spectral hands glide Over your warm, sweet and salty flesh- So alive, alive as I feel the blood pumping through your veins. Your tender heart beating in time with the sheer force of my will. You look right through me, gazing out into the purple sky, An innocent child left with nothing but ashes. My dark angel, I never had you in life. But now I will, Even in death. 'Tis you I will possess....my first post here... kill me if you want. i'm not very good at picking categories, or genres for that matter. oh well... Written December 24th, 2001 © on Dec 24 2001 06:12 AM PST   10 • 0 • 16