To live, to die, to rise again

Like a corpse with a Christ Compex: born again with immortal blood, setting loose upon the world a killer, a thief of life

Keeping the coffin builders busy

Am I beyond redemption? Beyond forgiveness?

Yes, I am, for I love what I do. Drinking from the Scarlet river, holding the power of life and death

I want more, always more.

An occational twinge of guilt, quickly lost in the heat of the kill.

Repress the urge to jump to the hightest point and shout with all my might

I sat in a bar last night
Drinking, yet sober.
All around me the nightlife swirled;
People spoke to me,
But I didn't really hear them,
Girls flirted,
But I didn't really respond,
Music played,
But I didn't move to its rythmns.
Why?
Prey was there for me,
But I didn't take it.
Why?
Perhaps because what I really missed
Was you:
The Dark Angel,
The cup-companion I always needed,
Partner in adventure and restless search
For amusement.
Now I sit in a big empty room

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.

The cold rushes in
and knocks me from
my steady climb
and then I fall
further then ever.
There used to be a
safety net called
love, but that net
has turned to dust
and was blown as
was my strength
before and also as
was my wisdom of
long-past years,
blown from my grip
and out of my last
reach for you too.
Blown from my hope
and my love, blown
so far away just
like I'm blown out
of any's reach and
everyone's grace.

Prince Angel
January 4, 2002