Having to have more and more materiality leads to unhappiness. The more you have the more you want. This is a dark piece about questioning the reality of what is. And a vampyr's search for victims.
- Mistakes you make
- The requiem
- No passion is there
- The bringer of hope
- No Word from Him
- No meaning anymore
Mistakes you make
If you were ringed by queens and kings
Where could you go from there
No higher place think you could find
On this our planet fair
Methinks you make a great mistake
There really is a better place
But search you will to find
For lies it no twixt earth and sky
Of earthly matter it is not
You question how this could be
For with your staring eyes do see
Only what is your reality
And there is so much more
Where could you go from there
No higher place think you could find
On this our planet fair
Methinks you make a great mistake
There really is a better place
But search you will to find
For lies it no twixt earth and sky
Of earthly matter it is not
You question how this could be
For with your staring eyes do see
Only what is your reality
And there is so much more
The requiem
It may be that you find your way
In games of chance you like to play
But those end up in disarray
Murder she said and so to bed
A play on words a vampyr's head
Her fangs so sharp bite deep
And milk you of your precious blood
Forever now you sleep
Not as a mortal being now
But one who rises in the night
When the sun has gone down low
Darkness your requiem is so
In games of chance you like to play
But those end up in disarray
Murder she said and so to bed
A play on words a vampyr's head
Her fangs so sharp bite deep
And milk you of your precious blood
Forever now you sleep
Not as a mortal being now
But one who rises in the night
When the sun has gone down low
Darkness your requiem is so
No passion is there
Faded lilies bind around your head
Across your white white neck
Blood drips from your hungry lips
No passion is there left
Animals flee when you drift by
Owls stop their mournful dole
Night blooming jasmine droops its head
Your musky smell of death is smelled
By those
Across your white white neck
Blood drips from your hungry lips
No passion is there left
Animals flee when you drift by
Owls stop their mournful dole
Night blooming jasmine droops its head
Your musky smell of death is smelled
By those
The bringer of hope
Down by the gatehouse a lone horse stands
His job to pull the sled
And take his mistress on her rounds
To feed the hungry crowds
Each day they stand outside her home
Their bodies thin
Their eyes so bleak
Waiting for her to come around
She has become their only hope
His job to pull the sled
And take his mistress on her rounds
To feed the hungry crowds
Each day they stand outside her home
Their bodies thin
Their eyes so bleak
Waiting for her to come around
She has become their only hope
No Word from Him
But this night came she outside her home
Looking for her lover bold
Away he had gone across the ocean to new lands
To find the gold that lay beneath the surface of the earth
Down deep
For so long now no word had she from him
She knew not if he alive or dead
But something spurred her on
To walk the misty pathways besides the lake
An inner voice did call to her
To which she did respond
Looking for her lover bold
Away he had gone across the ocean to new lands
To find the gold that lay beneath the surface of the earth
Down deep
For so long now no word had she from him
She knew not if he alive or dead
But something spurred her on
To walk the misty pathways besides the lake
An inner voice did call to her
To which she did respond
No meaning anymore
And thus the vampyr did find her
The saddened Lady of the Lake
No longer sword was in her hand
Now only strands of wet green moss
Over her head and shoulders lay
She clutched her in her arms and held her
Tight unto her heaving breast
Into their eyes they gazed each other
One so sad the other dead
until as one they lay together
all meaning to their lives had gone
The saddened Lady of the Lake
No longer sword was in her hand
Now only strands of wet green moss
Over her head and shoulders lay
She clutched her in her arms and held her
Tight unto her heaving breast
Into their eyes they gazed each other
One so sad the other dead
until as one they lay together
all meaning to their lives had gone
wonderful this carolina...c'est tres bien....
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