These knees have been scarred by the faith
Flowing through the veins of a fragile man
Fingers purple, interlaced and woven
Head bowed and broken by repentance
Wounds healed with grace and love
Ripped open again by ignorant sin
Wishing only brings about another torment
Luck exists only through logic
Enlightenment comes through the touch of a hand
Believe, ask, know it shall be
One breath brings in chaos
Another allows this silent peace

Proximo
June 4, 2001

Chapter 2

ALECK

(Lord of iLLumr)

Although it's generally vampires who are considered deadly, those who hunt them down can be just as lethal, as the following modern-day stories reveal.

Beside me on the piano bench she sat,
And we, under the watchful gaze of Frederick,
Danced upon the keys.
A language unto itself, but I tried to think of
the words.
To add a touch of intellect to this soulful moment.
I wanted to say, "She walks in beauty like the night,"
But she was too familiar with that.
The Scratchman threw those words at her in folly
Like so many dead roses.

I thought Aeschylus would be better.
With his song of a slain king, or Euripides
In all his cynicism.