Bewitch me with your eyes of fire,
Let me sink into the glow.
My body burns with deep desire,
Please never let me go.

I come to you so willing,
My heart and soul are yours.
This love is so fulfilling,
See how my spirit soars.

Turn me not away love,
For with you I belong.
The feeling comes from deep within,
So never declare it wrong.

My place is by your side dear,
Whatever it may take.
Our destiny that is so clear,
You cannot now forsake.

Give to me your savage kiss.

sometimes i lay back and stare up at the stars
sometimes i sit alone in my room and cry till no more tears can come
sometimes i am so lonely i could die
sometimes i try my best to cry
sometimes i cant hold it in anymore
sometimes i cant get up outta bed
sometimes i cant sleep at all
sometimes i cant wait to see the sun shine
sometimes i cant wait for the dark to envelope all
sometimes i just want to be alone
sometimes i cant wait to be surrounded by people
sometimes i look back on my life

A dark kiss upon my neck
A soul forever young
Whispers forgotten upon the wind
Of past ages being sung
A moonlit night with clouds concealing
The face upon the land
That moves with swift intentions
Into the realm of man

Beshackled by superstitious lore
Hunted by fools and fears
Forever alone in a world of many
To wipe one's own blood-red tears

One day to find one to share
An eternal state of grace
For now lost in the moonlight
Another hidden face

Storm Spirit
March 29, 2002

May 15, 2007 (NBC11.com / San Jose, CA) -- An essay fictionalizing murder has a San Jose State University professor no longer conducting his writing class. English professor Mitch Berman said Tuesday that in light of the tragedy at Virginia Tech, he did not feel safe teaching the course, NBC11's Daniel Garza reported.

The following text is a translation of one of the oldest surviving versions of the story of Vlad III, Prince of Wallachia -- known to his friends as Vlad the Impaler, or Prince Dracole. It was printed in Nuremburg in 1488.