Over 16,629,048 people are on fubar.
What are you waiting for?
O Rose ,Thou art sick !
The invisible worm that flies in the night ,
In the howling storm and raging night ,
Has found out thy bed , And does partake ,
Of crimstom joy , Like you were a toy ,
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy and you will be no more .....
Sweet Red Rose of Loves delight ,
Love me on through out the night ......
Who doth care if morning breaks
As your Life blood is all it takes .....
Love bade me welcome, yet my soul drew back ,
Guilty of dust and sin . But quick-eyed Love ,
Observing me grow slack , From my first entrance in ,
Drew nearer to me , sweetly questioning
If I lacked anything.
" A guest " I answered , " worthy to be here ",
Love says " You shall be he ".
" I the unkind , ungrateful ? Ah my dear , I cannot look on Thee "
Love took my hand , and smiling did reply ," Who made the eyes but I ?"
" Truth Lord , but I have marred them , let my shame ,
Go where it doth deserve "
" And know you not " says Love , " who bore the blame ?"
" My dear , then I will serve ".
" You must sit down " , says Love and Taste My meat ".
So I did sit and eat .......
Amazing how they wrote in the 1600 , Mr. George Herbert wrote this He was in the clergy as well as poet.
This poem at that time raised religious questions that still don't have answers .
Your lips speak soft sweetness
Your touch a cool caress
I am lost in your magic
My heart beats within your chest
I think of you each morning
And dream of you each night
I think of your arms being around me
And cannot express my delight
Never have I fallen
But I am quickly on my way
You hold a heart in your hands
That has never before been given away
She pass'd away like morning dew
Before the sun was High.
So brief her time , she scarcely knew
The meaning of a sigh .
As round the rose its soft perfume ,
Sweet love around her floated ,
Admired she grew ------while mortal doom
Crept on, unfeared , unnoted .
Love was her guardian Angel here ,
But Love to Death resign'd her ,
Tho' Love was kind , why should we fear ,
But holy Death is kinder ?
All it took , was one sweet bite ,
His Love was all around her ,
She knew he'd never love her true
But she was the sweetest blood he knew.
Time to enter into Hell's open gate ,
Wonder if he is still filled with Hate ,
Least he knew that it was Love that would forever win her.
Yes , Death ----- is much kinder ...... But Love pervails ......
There is within the air a certain chill
One that sets an ominous tone of will
As she presses on through the night
Each sound giving her small fright
When the stranger does appear
Calms her nerves and her fear
Little does she know or think
Her blood he wants to drink......
My Vampire struck again ..........
I love the Vampires Saga's because it shows sensuality in love and freedom. The vamp can make his victim come under his mind control so he can tell her to serve him unconditionally and she does so with joy. Then when he partakes of the free flowing blood , it send her body into continuous orgasmic joy and so she continues to obey willingly.
Another thing is when the coven needs him , will stand beside and face what-ever battle is to be fought . They seem more family connected than any human I've ever seen. And basically I don't trust most people anymore , because they don't seem to really care. Have meet so many fake-ass idiots that truly makes me want to hide. To find a cave deep in the Earth and just go out when the moon is shining and feel the night air caress my skin. I think if there is truly Vampires that they have been given a bad rap. Because at least they know how to keep their love close. And a love like that is truly worth waiting for ..... just saying.
Any comment is welcome , and by the way I know I'm not wraped tight.
