vampire virtues: the prologue

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black and white

Overlapping shadows everlasting      

Deepest black cloud avoiding forecasting

Innocent minds in a corrupt world of

Demons and devils, storms and perils

Bleaching their skin white

With terror

A clashing contrast that leaves no

Gray.

 

No medium line of equilibrium

No borderlands of hope or rejuvium

Their minds will never learn

As their desperate cries, go unheard

Raw emotion that is a constant burn

That is ever churning

As the surface remains unveiled

Our inner truths show in their

Outer lives

Whispering to us until

All dies.

preview of Vampire Virtues: The Unbroken Dark

The Gathering

Rain caressed the air around the old community cemetery. Its tomb stones and obelisks stretched toward the grey sky like fingers of a dirt skeleton. Dense mist crawled up from the murky man made lake in the center of the foreboding place.

Rain always falls in this shadowed part of the city. A phenomenon understood by none. Some said that he rain were the tears of tortured souls. And many believed just that. But, like the tree in the grand mausoleum, people still ventured out despite the dreary weather.

On this ominous night, no wind stirred. No birds chirped. Even the rain was silent as it collided with the soggy, weed infested grass. The world itself was holding its breath as the three overcast ladies held their clandestine meeting.

Chapter one

Lightning forked down as Martha walked along the park’s dirt road. She reveled in the feeling of rain hitting her skin and the fresh scent of wet earth. Her black tank top was soaked, as were her black skinny jeans. Martha walked barefoot, feeling the wet leaves and mud squish through her slender petit toes. She giggled at herself enjoying the moment to herself.

Martha wasn’t cold. She seemed to have a natural resistance to it, or was simply used to it. She had always had a habit of going out in the rain without a jacket. Even during the cold spring and fall months. She looked around observing the lush greenery of the forest like park. Martha thought about the animals and creatures that lived there. She stopped when she noticed a wolf watching her from a nearby tree stump. Its green piercing eyes bore into her, but not in a threatening way. The wolf almost seemed as though it wanted to tell her something. Thunder roared overhead....... to be continued.

Invincible

Come with your demons!

Your red eyed serpents!

I have faced far worst.

Come with your silver sword angels!

Your haloed archers!

I have seen beauty unmatched.

Come with your tsunamies and fire!

And your raging pits of shadows!

I have created pain far more cripling.

I do not know from where you come.

But i shall blacken out your sun.

Holy words will not bother me.

For when you sleep,

My eyes you will see.

Give up on your pitiful crusades!

I devour armies of rage.

And do not speak of love and heart.

Because thoes things,

I will never again start.

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