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| | | | | | |  Dark Sentiments Here is a great poem sent to me by Victoria. It epitomises everything which attracts me to succubi.  THE LILITH By Victoria I bend not for any man... I submit not to his mortal soul... No Adam or his blood shall take charge of my existence. No hand shall point out to me falsities and truths! I am not by his rib that I was drawn but formed from the loam of same substance. My strength is mine, My power I sustain... No Adam's toil I shall rely to feed upon, Equal to aspects and second to none, I am as dignified, if not of higher stature. Not from the order of Eve, but from the order of my Own. The "Lilith" picture above was provided by Victoria. Here's something very emotional. She told me she was crying while writing this one. Crying over... me. Oh, what can I do to make you smile again, my dear Lilith?  UNTITLED By Victoria July 14, 2001 Tonight I break my heart For someone who doesn't even deserve my tears. Another shadow chased Another game of blind man's buff Yet I cry And I die Just a little bit each time Even when no words need to be spoken This time I cry For a face that's only in my head For a voice I just heard Echoing from the canyons of my heart Again I break my heart Again I break into tears For a muse that was never there For an illusion of love  Here's one from me. It's for Victoria.  VOID... by Khayman` Void, cancelled, simply anulled, Endlessly aching, unconsoled. Life without you, Is rhyme without reason, Touch without sense, Time without season. Her name is Fate. I stumbled on her awesome site one day, signed her guestbook without any second thoughts, and here's what I've got in return.. a beautiful poem. Not bad huh!  RELISH By Rachel Weathers (c) 2001 ~Fate Trembling fingers collide with milky tresses Quivering lips speak the haunting tale Feverish skin taunted and pale Cursed moonlight swims amongst troubled seas Cruel mind ignores her unfed pleas Broken gates scrape against rotting soil Tombstone tears scream and toil Bare foot pats on silver blades Intertwining trees moan and forbade Stale wind coils on her cold sweat Fingernails trail with the one she met The engraved words black and chipped Shrouded light ripples between the twigs Impales her cheek and fickle along her silhouette Silence tells her secrets the dead has kept Cracks of the branches hush the seeping glare Obscurity swallows the breathing air Mask conveys only hallucination Cryptic mirrors flaunt manipulation Casual sighs sprawl across rolling hills of her tongue Claws of doubt raked against her breathless lung Dirt flavored locks dripped along her slouching shoulders Ponderous thoughts march like soldiers Remembering the vision that stung her pores Feeling the presence of a hungry corpse Where is the lover that caressed so indifferently? Death never became so appealing Her body longed for his unfeeling Weary eyes closed to escape the ache Under the darkness of her lids She dreamt a figure so opaque Her body fell against the grassless soil Resting atop dread's toil Her casing numb, losing the feeling Dimly aware of the bony arms reeling She sunk into the eager grave The dead lover holding her tight Her skin supple and elastic Now she could be with him forever Dancing, loving, perfect . . . However, She can never revisit To her breathing days Is the lover cruel for taking her life? So that he is not alone, and to have her for his own? She still has a choice The dirt has yet to claim and rejoice Just wake up Run from the graveyard and never return Let go of the aching and yearn Her thirty lungs screamed for air Her limbs reached for triumph Grabbing onto aging stone She pulled herself from his bones Slowly she dug out her tangled self Heart finally pounding in its shelf Frightened eyes jerked beneath her to see That she barely escaped from roaring seas Her wail echoed through the cursed cemetery Away she dashed, her dress waving goodbye Alone laid the dead man In his own relish Knowing he would have her Once life became hellish  | | | | | | | |
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