Solomon Crowley

Learn to heed the warning of ***** and ominous tale the weird of Solomon Crowley his madness and long bewail Once deemed as prominent prince sullen noble becomes fallen wanderer deepest rages drive burning thirst the burden of daily desire so compelling was this thirst a vampire preys by night savage consumption, without control a twist of everlasting life Macabre compulsions, his nightly venture nightly collection of crimson tolls he witnesses upon the spectacular a rival feeding upon souls the caress, her oval emeralds sweet lips, allow cunning smile waist length her raven strands capture him with easy beguile close rivals often do battle she begins her lethal display a curious resistance is encountered how strange her powers betray “ Please refrain”, “O”, “ fairest lady” “My heart stolen long ago” “I am”, “Solomon the Eternal” “An Immortal”, “ Without fragile soul” “Forgive me”, ”O”, “Handsome traveler” “Mortals expire ”, “Before my song” With grace she moved fantastically her magic wild and strong Solomon considers this ghost girl so magnificent her elegant presence centuries past he loved her such treasures, a precious essence awkward tension, morphs toward seduction She remembers his attractive face special fragments, of lasting time they savor a romantic embrace the scars of human memories painful shadows reveal the past lost friendships can be recovered offerings the fates will cast long days they share together brief ceremony, becomes lasting bond time lapses as friendly sorcerer they journey toward lands beyond a scourge comes barbaric years relic quests bring religious doubt holy wars breed global famine rat plagues sweep with drought a millennium of hostile changes such challenges take his wife long months vexed with pain her battles condemned with strife he remembers her childish passion Solomon honors her last request Above Caledon, The Northern Highlands mountain pools of tranquil rest the serenity of Scottish beauty Deep Fjords with glacial lochs He erects a permanent tomb made eternal of granite blocks the spear, of heartbreaking loss his love will never return he denies the hallowed cross his thirst will always burn to exist without a purpose grim man, grows sadly dim the winds ferry him north a place called Polar Rim Solomon awaits the seasonal chill he relinquishes his vampire curse thickest iceberg encases him still the ending of Solomon’s thirst