June 03, 2006

Flesh & blood

Whenever she holds a candle
The flame dies
To be re-lit and die again
And when the wind blows
The flame dances on her pupils
A prophecy realised, humanised
She nibbles on the veins of angels
And is reborn

Random thought leads her to him
Her opposite, her nemesis
She, drinker of blood
He, consumer of human flesh
It is a dream called reality
Beneath the surface of a twisted dimension
And I stand between them
Day walker, night crawler
Inhuman manifestation of their strength
Consequence of their weakness
I am the protector

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

very well written. you are very talented