A WISH FOR THE DAYS OF A THOUSAND YEARS PAST.
WHEN I WAS A YOUNG LORD AND MASTER, OF MY OWN PIECE OF THE WASTE LANDS. A WARLOCK WHO'S MAGIC WAS STRONG.
TO WALK IN AND OUT OF THE GATES OF HELL OR HEAVEN AT MY LEASER.
TO RIDE THE BLACK ARMORED STEED TO THE PLACE OF MILK AND HONEY.
TO HAVE MY SLAVES, MINIONS AND COHORTS . THE FORGOTTEN, THE OUTCAST OF OUTCAST. THE DIVINE AND THE DEMENTED.
THE STRENGTHENING, OF MY MIND , HEART AND SOUL, THE LIGHT AND DARKNESS FROM WITHIN IN PERFECT BALANCE.
THE SACRIFICIAL FLESH GIVEN TO ME WILLING LEE, TO HAVE IN ANYWAY I SO WISHED TO HAVE. THE FOLLOWING THE BECOMING OF A CLAN, A COVEN.
THE TAKING OF THE LADY TO BE MY QUEEN, MY FIRST SLAVE. HER POWER WAS UNMATCHED AMONG OUR LEGIONS OF THE DAMNED. NONE CHALLENGED HER. EXCEPT FOR ME.
THE BINDING, THE LASHING, THE CUTTING OF SILK AND LEATHER. A DAGGER RAZOR SHARP, ONE OF MY TOYS.
THE TASTE OF FLESH AND BLOOD. THE ESSENCE OF LIFE
THE ROARING FIRE WITH IN OUR CHAMBER OF SLUMBER AND PLEASURE, OF PAIN AND JOY.
THE TASTE OF LIQUID PAIN, WARMED WITH A RED HOT POKER FROM THE FIRE PLACE, BITTER SWEET, ALMONDS.
A FLAVOR TO SAVOR UPON THE LIPS AND THE FLESH.
THE WHITE RUSSIAN, THE QUEEN SAVAGE, MINE TO COMMAND, THE POWER, THE GIFT GIVEN UNTO ME BY HER.
NIGHTS OF WINE , MOON LIGHT AND RIDES UPON THE BLACK ARMORED STEED, SILVER PLATE A GLOW UNDER THE MOON, TO THE SANDS OF TIME AND THE WESTERN SEA.
TO LINGER IN THE BALANCE OF DARK AND LIGHT, TIDE CRASHING UPON THE SANDS, A KISS, A BITE, AN EMBRACE, THE BECOMING OF ONE.
THE FLESH, THE HEARTS AND SOULS A THOUSAND YEARS AGO. NOTHING MORE THAN A FLEETING MEMORY, A PAGE IN HISTORY.
THE DAYS LONG PAST, OF (LORD)BLACK & ( LADY) SAVAGE. AN ANCIENT DREAM OF SHADOWS OF A YOUTH FOREVER LOST TO TIME.
THE MEMORIES OF AN OLD MAN, A SHADOW OF MY FORMER SELF. TO FIND ONES SOUL AND TO STRENGTHEN IT, IS A MUST BEFORE THE COMING OF THE ANGEL OF THE DAMNED.
FOREVER GRATEFUL , THE CREATURE, LORD BLACK.
COPY RIGHTED 06/11/ 2007 S.F. POWELL
aka SCOOTER BLACK