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His dark hound chasing me
I could feel its cold breathe on my legs
those glowing red eyes
and those sharp white teeth
mounted in a mastiff's body.
I came in peace
and in seek of knowledge
I posed no threat to him or his kind
he sent his hound on me
for no apparent reason.
Rescued I was
by a tall dark stranger
the evil hound dead by his side
he saved my life
this wierd stranger.
Many years have past now
the year is of the nineteenth hundredth and eighty fourth
many cruel demons walk the city streets
such loud noises that screech
oh the agony in my ears.
Where has the quiet gone
did it fade with my dark angel
or was it never really there
the peace had died with the centuries
to join the ones I've lost so long ago.
Seventeen year have passed now
my dark angel has returned to me
the great noise has increased tenfold
and the dinner is so sweet
but it's rare to find and hard to catch.
We live together as normal beings
forever encountering others such as we
my attacker of so many years past
resurfaced into my eternal life
to apologize for his actions centuries ago.
He was young and weak
and thought I was an attacker
though he knew nothing
he guarded himself well
and now he is of the ancient blood.

Asper
January 20, 2002

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