Quick poem that I really liked....

[Uyraell]

The first two poems below are of Angels.
Yet, in preChristian gnosticism, Angels are in fact the Race that Sired those humans call Vampyri.
Without knowing the above, it makes it slightly difficult to undertand why a pair of poems depicting Angels are written from a Vampyri perspective.

The third poem is a straight Vampyric.

So, My Friends, I hope you enjoy them.

Kind and Respectful Regards, Uyraell.

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----- Last Rites -----

And when the Last of ^Us^ Falls,
Dead in one of your endless, bloody battles,
Will you then Mourn ^Our^ passing -
the Loss of an entire ^Race^ Gifted to thine aid?
Know then, mortal:
^We^ Stood ^Our^ Ground `til the Last:
and as ^We^ Pass, Remember ^Us^,
as ^Those^ Who Walked Time itself,
and risked ^Our Immortal Souls^,
that yours,
so much Lesser, may Live.
^Uyraell^

09/22/2006
Sept, 22.
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----- ^Winged^ -----

those seemingly pitiless, whiteless eyes,
those full, generous lips,
covering seemingly cruel fangs,
those hands, so capable of rending -
or such exquisite caresses,

Aye, all these things and more,

The Love that is thy ^Being^,
tight-focussed,
Thus Power - raw, serving, devoted :
Love.

^Uyraell^

07/15/2006,
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----- Open Sight -----

Look then into these endless eyes
where roam vistas of a waking daylight,
Ignorant world,
where walks on long charge unending vigilance of Night's knowing,

then tell Me, Mortal Man, why it is thy race fears Us who keep it whole, safe, and largely untouched by that which it has no capacity to manage
or relate, no ability to even survive at the merest level,

that the Kindred Live should not disturb you so:
We are the Link between the inchoate world of your ancestors' nightmares,
and the full bodied spirit realm your Priests and Sages Claim is their own,

yet, truly, few indeed among thy Kine is
Warrior, or Mage, Or, as should Properly be
in Balanced State,
Both;

- that We disturb your complacent view is no bad thing ,
neither being cause to fear nor curse Us:
Be glad the Veil We hold between Our World and Your World is there:

without it both of Us, Your Kine, My Kindred,
Suffer needlessly from an imbalanced and unnatural state,
wherein all is flux and tidal flow,
instead of calm steady progress and spiritual illumination.

Bless Us, as We in Our Turn Bless you,
This, thy Blood at times, and thine acceptance of Us,
is all We've ever Asked.
Blessed Be, Mote it Be.


Blessed Be, ^Uyraell^.


02/25/2007,
Feb.25Th,

[Zathros]

You posted once you had a language barrier! Say what?

[Uyraell]

I most sincerely hope the poems have not caused unease, nor caused offence, Zathros My Friend.

Kind and Respectful Regards Zathros My Friend, Uyraell.

[Uyraell]

The poem below is one I still consider one of my best.
At the time I wrote it, it received some degree of acclaim from professional penmen. I had neither sought nor expected this to result from my efforts.

Kind and Respectful Regards my friends, Uyraell.
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----- And So, To Live -----

Oh darkling Chyld fear not the Night,
- the Earth Thy Mother calls Thee,

To Leave the Rest that Thou hast craved,
-Walk places that appall Thee,

For mortal Kine have passed this way,
- Their fevered Hearts bright-burning,

and though You do not Lust as they,
-You have Your Own quiet Yearning,

For You, like they, of Passion Born,
-and yet must Seek fulfillment,

A Soul Immortal Ever Is,
- That Liveth in Enstillment,

- For mortal Kine know not Thy world,

Not seek, nor Comprehending,
- That You : The Night's Immortal Chyld,

Embody Love Unending.

^Uyraell^

2/04/2007,
Feb, 4th.

[Uyraell]

Originally Posted by Zathros

You posted once you had a language barrier! Say what?

It is truth: I do have a language barrier, but an odd form of it.
Be it that I am too long awake, say anywhere past about day 3, and my mind grabs and employs whichever language is nearest within that moment. Thus, I can speak a sentence in which words from several languages will occur, with their correct meanings and in their correct places. The sentence is in fact coherent. Unfortunately, it also happens to contain not one word in English: my natal tongue. So, yes, I do have at times a language barrier, when it comes to writing or thinking in English.
Past day 8 awake, and things begin to get rapidly interesting. By that stage, whatever language is in use shifts almost faster than my own thoughts.

Perhaps fortunately, in the last couple years there have been very few occasions wherein I was awake beyond 3 days. Rhiannon's death was one such.

Kind and Respectful Regards, Zathros My Friend, Uyraell.