In the uncertain hour before the morning
Near the ending of interminable night
At the recurrent end of the unending
After the dark dove with the flickering tongue
Had passed below the horizon of his homing
While the dead leaves still rattled on like tin
Over the asphalt where no other sound was
Between three districts whence the smoke arose
I met one walking, loitering and hurried
As if blown towards me like the metal leaves
Before the urban dawn wind unresisting.
Ok, first of all, I am not a very interesting person...rather a boring person, actually, so I shant bore you with my...boring life. Second, I have been absent, if anyone cares (just check the dates of my last updates or reviews...), for a year and a half, at least. But I find myself with time on my hands again--too much time, in fact. So I am back now, to finish up a couple of my stories...again, if anyone cares. I have been working on a project of my own, which is nearly complete...and yeah, it involves vampires. REAL vampires. Well, "real" as in "non-sparkly vampires" ;) Ok, ok--don't kill me for saying that. Nothing against "Twilgiht"...else, why would I even be here, right?
Thirdly, I love Alice. Loved her from the moment I first read about her in the book. Even had my picture taken with Ms. Ahsley Greene. And by love, I do not mean "love", as in "I want to get married to her"...just mean she's my favourite character. So expect to see her in about all my stories here.
Fourthly, I love this quote by...a famous vampire. I think he could be talking to Aro, don't you?? "You act more like a cockroach than a proper vampire. Left to your own devices you would cover the world in your filth. I can't stand your kind. You don't have the self-respect to be a vampire, you undead maggot. You barely even know what you are."
Fifthly...there isn't a fifthly, I just wanted to say "Fifthly". Anyway, later...hope to "see" some of you around the site. If you know of any good stories to read, please drop me a "review" and let me know. Thanks.
"Here the graven images are built/Here is the place they will obtain/Entreaty of a lost soul's desire, beneath the glimer of a dying sun/Can it be so, in death's second domain? No longer asleep, but lonely at the moment of our greatest compassion/Arms that would embrace raised in supplication to toppled altars/Where have the eyes gone? One finds no eyes here, in this empire of dying suns, this vacant kingdom, this scattered realm of all fallen empires/In this final assembly, we stumble together and are silent, collected on the shores of the River Disturbance...In this land, this land of Death's Shadow/the dying wish, of an empty man...the Hollow Man....."
Darkling I listen; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a musèd rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain...
"But now the night grows darker and the day grows dim/Cuz I know I never will see you again/And I almost made you happy...
"Tonight's twilight will be the last seen by these eyes/So if it seems so beautiful, kiss the beauty goodbye/Oh my little cornea, please say that you are no more/And ears please swear you did not hear the creaking in the cabin floor/I'll forgive my eyes for lovely lies, so certainly within my will/Please declare this piercing stare/So false, at a clock that's standing still.
"She is everything to me. The unrequited dream; the song that no one sings. The unattainable.
She's a myth that I have to believe in. All I need to make her real is one more reason, but I don't know what to do.
No I don't know what to do when she makes me sad."
Queen dependency is cowering...please don't be confused,
You are vacant and submissive, receptive to abuse...
Virtue isn't tangible, and sense of self is dated...
Names constant on your cracked lips are now eviscerated!