Very quietly, with difficulty restraining her own emotion so as not to excite him further, Ethel had related to Ernest the story of her remarkable interview with Reginald Clarke. In the long silence that ensued, the wings of his soul brushed against hers for the first time, and Love by a thousand tender chains of common suffering welded their beings into one.

My Love

My life

My True Hearts Desire

My path has split to left and right,
Both confusing, with power in sight
Ones result is far away,
but the one that calls,
Promises today.
One resembles light the other one dark,
The dimness calls to me and sets a spark,
A flame, a lust, a wild desire,
burning, churning, sets my soul afire.
The flames licking, dancing, consuming my soul,
I give my body complete and whole.
The icy grip of darkness, sears my skin
But connects with my heart like once lost kin.

Zillah
March 8, 2002

Allan Menzies, 22, used to view the vampire film, Queen of the Damned, over and over and over. He admitted that he had obsessively watched his "queen," Akasha, more than 100 times. His fixation on her and his beliefs about how this cruel vampire stepped out of the role and into his life to barter for his soul eventually turned deadly.

I stood atop a hill
All around me was quiet and still
The greeness of the grass bold me over
My dark, cold, sleeping cover

Michael
February 23, 2002