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