Blood Seeker
 

Puzzling games and mysterious airs punish our minds and make us weak
Did you know? Could you care? Was it me that you heard speak?
Careless whispers under breath taken, an oath to yourself
Who would hear them? Who would listen?
Open your ears and I'll scream in protest.
Search your thoughts and find your library, read the books that are your mind.
Dream of evil hiding waiting laughing. To each your own, let them wail.
Capture your smile before you make it happen,
corrupt the silence with my laughter.
Scream and laugh and breath in darkness.
Make it your lover, your Soul.
Caress its shadows and arouse the Hunger.
Send the rest screaming for cover.
Hideous truths and hatred that burns,
tender is flesh and everything yours.
Dark and cold your world is become.
Regret the days of sunshine and burn the thoughts of Daylight.
Relish the secrets you hold over Them.
Power is yours and no price is too steep
The world is yours to hinder
Their lives are yours to feed upon.
Do so in silent victory
We've won the world.
Our sheep to Guide.
Our sheep to Slay.
We own the Night, curse their blessed day.


 

By Lisa "Tressie" Stevens
February 17, 1999

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