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His Sorrow Ended.
written by Misery11:31 PM 10/16/04| the darkness covered the land, I slowly rose dressed in all black crushed velvet. My pale skin as beautiful as the Sister Moon. I walk the streets from the crypt that was my ancient home. The only lovely light was from the moon. There is only one other about as I walk across the fresh cut grasss. One lonely child, male young in his teens. Lonely and unloved. Not wanted and crying holding a book writen in blood covered in tears does the poor boy hold. I slowly approached him attracted to him because of his sorrow. He looked up to me with his red tearful eyes staring at the devilish beauty that was me. I sat next to him, and as if he knew what I had seeked within him I took him in my cool cold arms and drew upon his blood from his lovely sensative neck. As his heart quickened his cries slowed and ended and held tight to me until he grew weak. He slipped away the sorrow finaly leaving him letting him be at peace. I pulled away from him and placed the book once more in his arms and leaned him against the tree I kissed is cooling neck and watched the bite mark disappear. I smiled stroking his face, he had moved on. He was at rest, now she got up and walked away glancing back to him. His sorrows were ended, I had done only what I was called to do. I knew I'd be looked down upon, but it didn't matter as long as there was peace and balance to the world. |
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