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 Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2007 8:55 pm
These have a funny story. When I first wrote them, I was afraid to take credit for them, so I made one of my old friends (who now lives in Nevada) Take the credit. Selene thought they were hers for a long time, untill I came clean...
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2007 8:56 pm
Moon Blood
Silence trickles into broken light
Moon glows upon shattered frame
Fangs glitter in the wood
Amber eyes filled with pain
Brambles tear at pelt and cloak
Silver tears at sleek pelt
Pain-filled whimper slits the air
Gives voice to all the pain felt
Soft voice flutters
“Oh, wolf, wolf,
Nothing to fear but me, but me
Oh wolf, wolf,
Nothing to fear but we”
Shadows fill out around the broken frame
Labored panting, the only sound
Jeering, scorning, peeling laughter
Shadows gather all ‘round
Soft voices flutter
“Oh, wolf, wolf,
Nothing to fear but me, but me, but me
Oh wolf, wolf,
Nothing to fear but we”
Hunkered down among fallen leaves
Werewolf’s eyes begin to dim
Frame begins to twist and creek
Man sits with brindle tail and ears
Copper blood begins to seep
Vampiress slips softly forward
Rests her hand upon his cheek
Slips his tortured frame from the ground
The long battle makes him weak
Her voice quivers
“Oh, wolf, wolf,
Nothing to fear but me, but me, but me
Oh wolf, wolf,
Nothing to fear but we”
Tilts his head upon her lap
Tawny eyes meet vibrant red
Presses her lips softly to his skin
Werewolf joins the dead
“Nothing to fear but me”
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2007 8:57 pm
Flight
Running blind
Tearing muscles
Ripping flesh
Heart pounding, pounding, pounding
Labored breaths
Quiet
They will hear
Purifiers
Sons of God
Condemn thy different
Turn away from the flames
Quiet
They will hear
They see the blood from my lips
Not the tears streaking my cheeks
Forced march away from those I dare not hunt
Quiet
They will hear
Call them holy
Whilst the blood of my brothers is on there hands
Call them righteous
When they cause so much pain
Quiet
They will hear
So I lay in the brush
Upwind from lamb
Beat with the winds at my back
What they to judge me while I’m on the run
Whilst they brandish whip and gun
Quiet
…They will hear
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2007 8:58 pm
Wild
Wind whispers through the oaks
Still silent never was so loud
Paws paw through the undergrowth
After cloven hooves
Footsteps follow
Amber eyes watch
Hoofed-and-horned prey
Stalking quietly
Gently
Quickly
Hunger blocks out the moon
The scent so sweet
Food for the restless life inside her
A quick glance at her flank to reassure herself
Paws pad through the undergrowth
Footsteps follow
Steers away from tortured field
Forced to grow under thumb
Ignores the sound of bleating sheep
Abandons them for breath of deer
But still, as her paws pad
Footsteps follow
Wary looks across ravenblack shoulder
Still focused on cloven hoofs
More wary looks at ravenblack flank
All the squirming life inside
Abandons trees foe moonlit path
Swirling black waters climb her paws
Life giving prey in sight
Presses herself down in the rocks to wait
Footsteps stop, just out of sight
Wolf senses spin with excitement
Her whole body ripples
Muscles clench for the final spring
To end a life
But within need
The Wild Ways spell death for the deer
But as she lurches, unearthly thunder
Rolls from the trees
Alien silence
Doe bounds away
Wolf cries out
Man recoils, not knowing a wolf could sound
So human
So lost
As if the world had been torn from her
Life inside her, lost to the bite of a bullet
Squirming pups, squirm no more
Moonlight falls on ravenblack hide
Amber eyes loose glint
Moon falls on the innocent frame
Of a wolf scrambling for life
More innocent than the man who shot her
As innocent as he bounding doe
Spirit Streaks off into the night
Peace that man will never know
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2007 8:59 pm
Selene
I am the shadows
I am the darkness
I am the thing you fear at night
I am the lonely one who sits unadorned
I am the lonely one who sits abandoned
I am the one you cast from your lives
The one who bleeds in silent
The one who takes all that’s dealt
The one who never lets her guard down
Because when I do
You scorn me
Fangs whisper, whisper, calling me
Into the forest on the moonlit night
Scorn me for going
Hate me for staying
To go is to find myself
To remain is to be pitied
I will never turn my gaze
I am the shadow
I am the darkness
I am the hair standing on the nape of your neck
I am the silhouette against the moon
The wild calling
The misunderstood
Speaker for the damned
They cry out as you abandon them
Want to be held
Turn away, repulsed
I stay here with the shadows
Why can you not hear them? Why do their cries fall unheard?
Never to be thought of again
I stay here
I am the shadow
I am the darkness
The speaker for the damned
The ever present trickle of uncertainty
The hailed mother of the moon
Welcomes the fearless with open arms
Stays to guide the willing
Turns away from those who are not
But they come
When their need is dire
But the Dire Wolves howl in laughter
Crashing helplessly through the timber
The Timber Wolves snarl in scorn
Lost in white without the light
White wolves sneer
I am Selene
In my moonlit realm
My word is law
And all shall obey
All who embrace me
As I was never embraced as I
Walked among you
Will dance two forms
Dance in the moonlight in a borrowed pelt
My children
Those who turn from me as you all once did
Will perish
I will turn away
I am the shadow
I am the darkness
I am the moonlight in all its grace
Dace with me
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2007 9:00 pm
This is my latest..I'm going through a mood at the moment...
Reflections
If I showed you reality
Would you really love me still?
If I showed you the moon
Would you stand beneath it with me?
If I ran you through the wood
Would you run there with me?
If I showed you my dreams
Would you still dream of me?
If I shed my expose
Would you seek to expose me?
If I shed my Skin
Would you run your hand through my pelt?
If I gazed into your eyes
Would they reflect fear or love?
If I nuzzled your skin
Would you muzzle your cry?
If I howled to the night
Would you howl in terror?
Or love me, as shapeshifter me?
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Posted: Mon Jul 23, 2007 8:18 am
Well I'm not one for poems, but......those were pretty damn good mrgreen but also keep in mind I don't read poems so I've got nothing to judge them from.
lol she thought they were hers mrgreen well one of them does have the title Selene
and I'm shy about that sorta thing to that's why I post my things online....one of my friends has been saying they'd take a look at my stuff but I've been avoiding showing them...
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Posted: Thu Jul 26, 2007 7:48 pm
Well, thanks for the complements anyway! blaugh
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