Cloaked

I hear angel choruses,

Voices, whispers like verbal blood wars in my head,
Darkness consumed the light I held,
'A wooden steak through the heart.' she said.
We hunted by night and slept by day,
'Mimic their habits' like predator to prey,
Even memorized catholic chants just to relate,
For her, I would battle Osiris for sight,

Understand,

She got me bound,
Like a spell her voice sounded peace upon my heart,
An angel I found and so I followed her around,
Till the end I vowed, she was a hunter of the damned,
So here I stand though dead,
For the night her and I were to wed, she used me as bait,
I hold no anger for I gave her my heart n thus I have none,
I hold no emotions for such is a luxury of the living for which am now done,
No, I have no regrets either.

Understand,

Since birth I watched her,
Saw her trained to hunt by her father,
But alas, I tasted her lifeline and found paradise,
So I protected her,
Through the ages I defended her,
I through her found my darkness escape,
Slowly at first but never human for I had long lived the curse,
Yes, ever since birth.

Understand,

It was her life to romance the sword like a lover,
She married her blades and loved none other,
Warrior, goddess, protector and so forth they call her,
I lived in her shadows pretending to hunt my own,
What she conquered I made known,
Her weakness I made my own,
She in me confided secrets none could bear,
She in me made a temple visited in time of prayer,
But she lusted for vengeance bled from denial,
Denial, denial of being her fathers daughter,
Her father, of lycan blood and human heart,
Her father, she was her father and she denied it.

Understand,

Her for me was a memory beyond memories,
She was a treasure immeasurable,
She was beyond all, a beauty that tamed a beast,
Though unknown to world of the living,
She shared my secret to her pack of wolves,
Backstabbing worthless bunch of conniving lowlife socital rejects that made efficient killers as they were expendable,
They conspired my end,
Bound me to my bed with my hair as thread,
And she stood, watching as they executed my death.

Understand,

U cannot kill that which is dead yet alive,
Nor can U harm the broken,
But, I hold no grudge nor do I hold anger,
She lives and thinks me dead,
Brings new lovers to our once shared bed.
Understand,
I hold no anger, but now, I thirst only for her lovers,

I will reveal myself to her again someday,
Maybe after she tires of burying them who are now mine.

She had me bound, now I roam free

Gloathe

For the damned, I heard a crying ghost recite these Gothic love notes,
A mystery that holds form like vampiric clothes,
The night echoes silence,
A being relates the nuisance at the spilling of blood from pilgrims,
Beneath the cemetery bed,
Where darkness revokes lights embrace,
Two lovers take centre stage,
Corpses, but dead only to the mortals knowledge,
They live as love binds them through oath,
From ancient poetry they relate,
Solidify their bond through vocals they lost,
Eye contact lacks visual, as eyes are sand filled and drips of a liquid residual,
Far from spiritual as dirt returns to dirt,
Life forces damned to crawl beneath the living,
They wait for the moons full form,
Grow flesh for one night and roam the surface,
Collect memory enough before above the clouds the suns crept,
So he takes her hand in hers,
Beneath the haunting beauty of the starry skies,
Surrounded by fiends that find peace in the dark,
He places his lips upon the soft touch of his bride,
Silence grips even the loudest ghouls from the depth,
For this testament of love transcends the chains of death,
Unseen by mortal eyes, they lay in open fields of streams and wild flowers,
Spend a few hours like a century of truth passing through a vacuum of times sands,
He wipes her tears with his cheeks touch,
Whispers shakespearian ideologies to her dead heart,
He wins her love over and over again, and she holds his heart for the night once again,
They sit quietly above the mountains,
Look to the horizon as the moon sets behind them,
The suns rays kiss their skin, they embrace as the wind blows them into ashes back beneath the world of the living,
Hand in hand,
Until the next full moons out, they sleep.