a creation of the night
a man of mystery
so long lived
now a part of history
stirring my hungers
haunting my mind
trying to catch him
but so hard to find
loving and kind
loyal and true
hell you would love him
god knows i do
he understands my feelings
he knows my way of living
he knows the passions that burn inside me
he understands why sometimes i feel like killing
talented with words
as he is in songs
my dear sweet friend
i've known this all along
you know my secrets
you see the true me
and now i want to thank you
for helping to set me free
thank you M
Greetings Countess... Wow, I have to admit that I am a bit taken aback. Such kind words and yet... I am speachless. What can one say but, Thank You. Although I don't feel I deserve such adoration. But on to the poem - great stuff
(it's gotta be, it's about me), but I really don't know how I'm going to top this. We shall speak soon.
In Darkness We Fall
M