posted on Oct, 8 2012 @ 05:19 AM
Here in my mind i waited; over the distant hill i could make out the faint edge of darkness. The onset of the twighlight held my imagination and fear.
It was the time for the hunt. The thirst that first drove through my veins, centuries ago, almost like yesterday; and here i was once again for the
What memories i had of them centuries past, dear Father, mother, sisters, brothers, my loved wife her children, and my pets all loved so dearly. Now
echos in my heart and recessed in my spirit. The centuries that past they wouldnt let go of me.
Now the thirst again, its cold chill , the dread of its futility and inevitiable well of despair. Here it comes again the thirst and no holding back
this time; with the tightness of its grip gnashing my insides and ripping them to bits.
The form lies before me a garniture of what once remembled life, so beautiful and pristine but now a crumbled posture of grotesque and the obscene.
The hunger subsiding the feeding over, the memories return of of them centuries past, my home, the ones i loved and that unfaithful night they met the
visitor at dusk.