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Fortune Favors the Brave

When the world ends
There will be more
More tears than you can imagine
More tears than when a mother
Loses her unborn child because someone hit her
More tears than when a young boy
Gets hit by a car
When he gets off the bus 
On his way home from school
But why these tears
Why are we all so surprised
We have known this was coming
Why do you act so innocent
You knew this was going to happen
You knew what you were doing
Why didn’t you stop when
You could have
Why do you say it’s impossible
When you know it’s not
Make the changes while you can
Do what you need to
Do what you should
Be brave
For you should know 
Fortune favors the brave

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A Slave's Prayer

Allow girl the strength to answer questions 
she cannot fathom
Allow girl the spirit to know His needs.
Allow girl the serenity to serve Him in peace.
Allow girl the love to show Him herself.
Allow girl the tenderness to comfort Him.
Allow girl the wisdom to be an asset to Him.
Let girl be able to show Him each day her
love of her service to Him.
Let girl open herself up to completely belong to Him.
Let girl accept her punishment with the grace of a woman.
Let girl learn to please Him, beyond herself.
Grant girl the power to give herself to Him completely.
Give girl the strength to please us both.
Permit girl to love herself, in loving Him.
For it is her greatest wish, her highest power
to make His life complete as He makes hers

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Escape

Run
Faster
Must escape
The fear of his
Love

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My Life, As It Were

I
am
in love. 
Now pregnant.
Getting married soon.
Married now, having a baby.
Long time for labor, stress, beautiful baby boy, home now.
First week home, tensions run higher.
Lots of fighting now.
Wondering,
if it's
right.

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A Shadow In the Corner Part Three

A life after death where we make our own paradise rather than some sterile heaven 
that is bottle fed to the masses from a priest. Father…let me die now…so that I may 
truly live.”With that, she lay back against me, her throat exposed to me once more. 
When I bit into her throat again, she moaned as a satisfied lover might, feeling 
arousal as I took her life. At the last moment, I whispered to her “Kiss me childe…
kiss your father”. I then bit into my lip hard, and pulled her mouth to my own. My 
blood flowed into her mouth, and she soon was nursing at my lip as a newborn 
nurses at its mothers breast. My life was filling the almost empty vessel that was 
her earthly body. She stepped free of her mortal body then, dropping it on the floor 
as one would a soiled garment. We walked together into the moonlight, and 
waltzed together to the eternal music of the naked stars. Her body was found the 
next day. The doctor said that the cause of her death was severe anemia, and 
her “parents” reported that she had also suffered from depression. Their life went 
on, as it is known that teens sometimes do die. Perhaps it was an eating disorder, 
or drugs that stole their daughter from them. The truth be known though, their 
daughter wasn’t stolen, but had been given away many years before.




 

And she waltzed through the eternal darkness with her true father ever after.

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Obsession

Obsession is quiet
Soft as a rose petal
Obsession is vanilla
Smells sweet, tastes like poison
Obsession is water
Rushing about
Obsession looks flushed
Crazy

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Live

Come to me again
Your words embrace my sorrow
Washing it away

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A Shadow In the Corner Part Two

A place where she could remove the mask she had to wear with all others, but most 
sadly her “parents”. She realized what she had always known. I was mother and 
father to her. I was the parent she had never really known, yet always so 
desperately desired. Sing for me, my Angel of Music. On that night, as she sat 
listening to the songs coming from the shadow in her corner, I finally emerged. I 
have been patient with her, as I knew from the beginning that she was like no 
other…She was my beloved daughter, and on this night, I came forth, and took her 
in my arms. She showed no fear, but only longing. Not just the love of a young girl 
for her father….but the desire of a woman for her lover. Our kisses lit up the room 
like the molten silver light of the moon pouring through her window. My cold dead 
heart picked up on this heat, and I felt the warmth of life once again. So many 
feelings for a long dead soul to experience again…such things so long forgotten. At 
the moment when my sharp canine teeth penetrated her throat, it was as if I had 
penetrated her sex. There was a sharp intake of breath, and her innocence was 
gone. Her blood so sweet and so hot, a magical nectar of the darkest of gods, ran 
down my throat, evoking a passion within me much like a prolonged, screaming 
orgasm, just much more intense. Her body bucked against me, not in pain or fear, 
but in an abandonment of wanton lust. But she was growing cold. I finally felt 
compelled to speak to her for the first time in my voice, and I knew fear. “My 
daughter…my beloved child. You are so close to death, and I for the first time in 
centuries know fear. I fear for the loneliness that I have known for so very long to 
return with your passing, yet I also fear to curse you with this eternal existence that 
I must endure. To be always alone, even when walking in the most tightly packed 
crowd.  Is mine an existence that you could bare my love?”. She looked at me then…
her eyes shining, beautiful in her imminent death. “Father” she said. I realized then 
that she knew who we must be, and what we would be…”I have always been alone 
except when I was with the shadow. I was always alone except when I was with 
you. I would rather go to sleep in your arms, never to awaken, than to go on with 
my so called life without you in it. If I may live as you are, together with you, then 
that isn’t a curse to me, but the fulfillment of a dream.

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A Shadow In the Corner Part One

I saw her there….A little girl, a baby really… so sad, so alone. How very much I 
wished to go to her, to comfort her and to hold her against my cold dead flesh. 
Yes….I am capable of compassion. I am even capable of love, although I do not give 
it freely. Standing there, I seem but a shadow to the mortals that come and go…yet 
this child ….this object of innocence seems to perceive me….seems to know who I 
am. She speaks to the darkness where I stand watching her, how very perceptive 
she was. Nighttime sharpens, heightens each sensation…. Yes… the song from 
Phantom of the Opera. The songs of that story are very appropriate when 
considering the events….She told me of her hopes, dreams, fears, confiding in me as 
a child normally would to a parent.  When she was hurt, whether a scraped knee or 
a scraped heart, it was me, the shadow that heard of it. Her “parents”, and I use 
the word ironically, had no time for her. To them, she was a duty, an encumbrance, 
but I discovered I treasured every moment that was shared with me. The nights 
come and go. The weeks become months, become years and this girl grows. Pretty 
becomes lovely becomes beautiful. The child that trusted the shadow in the corner 
as a confidant grows into a young woman, and I realize I love her, and I always 
have. Sing once again with me, our strange duet….And so once when her heart was 
torn, and she felt she was dying inside, I could not stop myself…I sang to her. The 
child that I felt in my heart as my daughter had always known I was real…but this 
was a confirmation. I sang…softly to this beautiful child. I sang of darkness and of 
love. Of the love of a father for a daughter….but also that of lovers, for I am no 
mortal man, and the love of my heart cannot be categorized as others do. She froze 
unmoving, listening not only with her ears, but also with her spirit to the songs of 
my heart….of my soul. A blackness so profound that others would be repelled, yet 
she found a soft warmth there that comforted and entranced her. She found then a 
magical realm within my songs.

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Where Are You Going?

You shimmer,
Transform inside out,
Strobe into a thousand frames--
Your voice like honey,
Like acid flowing through my brain;
Though Venus brightly glitters
Like a lovely icy sliver
In your eye--
Still I crave to be abused
In the precious name of servitude.

You quiver,
Bend in and out of shape,
Burst into a thousand flames--
Your smile like sunlight,
Like hemlock seeping through my veins;
Though Venus brightly glitters
Like a lovely icy sliver
In your eye--
Still I crave to be abused
In the precious name of servitude.

The sharp echo of your high heels,
The numbing perfume in the air,
The pointless self-recriminations
That one tries so hard not to spare--
Nothing else is left;
Bit by bit,
I crumble
With every nasty step of your departing feet--
How good it feels to loath myself and weep!