Blood Dame

I am beyond this world to save, given the salve of death I am yet, though undead, alive. So much has He crushed in this underworld to which I am summoned, and thus unbound to the surface thence we met. A sire as dire was his calling, and for his cause he has us all damned.

The night breed speak of memories in hushed tones, lest our strife break. Together, chained in disharmony, those shriveled hopes once familiar to our new dread have fell in rain to match our tears. Those tears have long since frozen into shards now used as swords. Our madness now murders. Just as we once longed for death, we are now captured by our obsolete survival. For now, to think of old loves is to welcome folly. As death s embrace carries over to their peace we are left wanting. Unlike Angels and not so unlike demons, we are the middlething to the meddlesome macrocosm. We are the light braced for dark, tensed to be transparent or otherwise cured of our dissent.

What harm have I allowed with this writ, the fair thoughts of longevity? To say I haven t hungered for some semblance of normalcy would be untrue. As I roam this underworld I am growing in my awareness, and so too are my powers. I ve accepted, hence my caged youth, though deceiving to my reflection, that my knowledge far surpasses the seemingly wizened old man. I have lived through my survival, and have met more than one dangerous challenge. Before I knew it occurred I was a veteran. Now, living in two worlds seems a natural thing.

Although I am still foundless, I am better fed of intrigue. The hapless wandering of my birth is now a closed memory. In my constance, I am too constantly aware of my suffrage. That which is passed is on me to endow upon the present. I am wont to be understanding of the fledglings that come along; whereas, traditionally it is best to be cruel, and allow for the contagious mirth of seniority broaden our early miserabe.

So it is now not fear that drives me, nor for myself that I contend, but to see my power shaped amongst the very things I rage. Driven anew by the frozen temptations I ve bled, and the hunger for the ones I m doomed.