Darkness may hide the trees |
and the flowers from the eyes
but it cannot hide love from the soul.
Fog descends. Yet fog ascends. It comes from heaven and hell and the twain always meets.|
Did you think there are clearcut lines? Are there even lines in the mists of life and death? Which fragment of the raindrop, which space inbetween, marks the division?
I think, perhaps, I mark the division. Or one of them out of endless choices and results and possibilities.
I am Draconight.
I haunt this place almost as much as it haunts me. The people here are thinking I'm a poltergeist, one that moves things and wreaks mischief. Let them think so, vampires and ghost roses that they be.
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|Soul Blood: Poem, Prose and Pictures|
|In a Welcoming Vein: Vampire Renaissance map|
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|The Entrance Gate|