Feeling the pain,
Seeing the blood,
Not knowing how to heal either,
Looking on and hiding the shame,
Wondering when the tears will flood,
Seeking the truth, finding lies and wanting neither.

Life in it's endless progression,
Tearing at your soul,
The fear welling from your memories,
Retreating, hiding, burying yourself in regression,
The heart within beating slowly, dark and cold,
Spending your nights in empty graves, dwelling in cemetaries.

Who are you? What to do?

The last rays of the late afternoon sun fell slanting through Ernest's window. He was lying on his couch, in a leaden, death-like slumber that, for the moment at least, was not even perturbed by the presence of Reginald Clarke.

She looked out over the people before her, calmly. 

Dracula Myth author: Gabriel Ronay

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A 4000-year-old "vampire" grave, believed to be the world's first burial place for one of the presumed "undead", has been discovered in eastern Europe. It bares spookily similar hallmarks to Celtic tombs in the British Isles designed to prevent bloodsucking "revenants". These were recently buried people who were believed to rise from the grave, walk the earth and prey on the living.

I tremble with desire
From the storm and the night
Vanishing in passion's flames
At the coming of light
For the darkness conceals
The dance of the soul
Swirling and writhing
Within hunger's control

Gripped with the knowledge
That what exists for me
Can only be found
In the depths of ecstasy

Storm Spirit
March 21, 2002