Post by Cinderburn on Mar 28, 2005 11:57:39 GMT -5
Gleam by GlassVampire
And it was then as it is now...
in the twilight of the
year that we call October. When the wild winds
sing icy melodies of the coming winter and summers
fire fades to the cool candle gleam of Autumns kiss.
The low sweet voice of the season calls a rustling
of dry leaves to a whirlwind dance of amber and burgundy residue
upon a slate grey canvas while swaying treetops
abandon their withered veils to the frosted ground below.
Gentle the madness that calls to awaken you. Like a slow crawling
whisper of a promised kiss warmed by the evening fire,
the milky mist beckons my soul to wander the night
drinking of the storm and feeding on shadows, reveling in the taste
of the waxing moon.
But it was upon those winds that she fell to me,
like an Autumn angel from heavens treetop cradle. Kiss and a whisper
blown from her lips and tangled in the breeze.
Beauty in solemnity like a saddened creature who lost her way
in the forest and forged her own world there in the moss
and flowered darkness. Lost distant gaze tetheres my heart
and unleashes my spirit.
Starlight sweetened skin and rose honeyed lips,
so delicate and fragile yet she tears my armor and quiets my blade.
Princess of shadows locked away in a castle of silence
and unspoken wishes, drifting in a vision of dark space and dust.
Milky white moonlight reflections on ice, sleeping maiden awaiting
a kiss to awaken. In her eyes a thousand words are told,
upon her lips a million secrets are kept
and in her heart a single dream stands like a sentinel
awaiting the hand of midnight to lead her to the palace
and dance her to the edge of dawn.
It is for her beauty that these pages exist
It is for her love that these words were penned
It is for her heart that the Vampire lives
My dear Firefly, thank you for the wings
and the ability to fly
And it was then as it is now...
in the twilight of the
year that we call October. When the wild winds
sing icy melodies of the coming winter and summers
fire fades to the cool candle gleam of Autumns kiss.
The low sweet voice of the season calls a rustling
of dry leaves to a whirlwind dance of amber and burgundy residue
upon a slate grey canvas while swaying treetops
abandon their withered veils to the frosted ground below.
Gentle the madness that calls to awaken you. Like a slow crawling
whisper of a promised kiss warmed by the evening fire,
the milky mist beckons my soul to wander the night
drinking of the storm and feeding on shadows, reveling in the taste
of the waxing moon.
But it was upon those winds that she fell to me,
like an Autumn angel from heavens treetop cradle. Kiss and a whisper
blown from her lips and tangled in the breeze.
Beauty in solemnity like a saddened creature who lost her way
in the forest and forged her own world there in the moss
and flowered darkness. Lost distant gaze tetheres my heart
and unleashes my spirit.
Starlight sweetened skin and rose honeyed lips,
so delicate and fragile yet she tears my armor and quiets my blade.
Princess of shadows locked away in a castle of silence
and unspoken wishes, drifting in a vision of dark space and dust.
Milky white moonlight reflections on ice, sleeping maiden awaiting
a kiss to awaken. In her eyes a thousand words are told,
upon her lips a million secrets are kept
and in her heart a single dream stands like a sentinel
awaiting the hand of midnight to lead her to the palace
and dance her to the edge of dawn.
It is for her beauty that these pages exist
It is for her love that these words were penned
It is for her heart that the Vampire lives
My dear Firefly, thank you for the wings
and the ability to fly