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Permalink Reply by Siiri Cressey on -
House, your piece reminded me of the words to these two songs.
Creatures Of The Night
by KISS
Searching in the darkness, running from the day
Hiding from tomorrow, nothing left to say
Victims of the moment, future deep in doubt
Living in a whisper until we start to shout
We're creatures of the night, we're creatures of the night, hey
Breathing in the madness, spitting out the lies
Searching for an answer, keep your alibis
Don't know where we're goin', just know where we've been
Remember when the clock strikes twelve, the losers always win
We're creatures of the night, we're creatures of the night, hey
Searching in the darkness, running from the day
Hiding from tomorrow, nothing left to say
Gathering up our courage, ready for the fight
Howling in the shadows until we start to bite
We're creatures of the night, we're creatures of the night
Creatures of the night, we're creatures of the night
The Night
by Voltaire
The day is the wife whom I elude
the one to whom I should be right
although forewarned by peers and kin
I always get into the night
Mother always warned me such
being a nocturnal soul besides just being simply strange
spawns from some illness of the mind
The night, she calls meshe calls me,
she calls me she calls me, she calls me
She sways in her velvet dress and pulls me towards her in the dark
while the others rest
Heed the call the time has come
for all you children of the night
Gather 'round like suckling dogs
mother's come she is the night
Come with me to the other side
Make the girl in black your bride
The night, she calls me she calls me,
she calls me she calls me, she calls me
She sways in her velvet dress and pulls me towards her in the dark
while the others rest
It just seems very strange to me
not her quiet lonely streets
and draped in all her mystery
could be so sweet and comforting
The night, she calls me she calls me,
she calls me she calls me, she calls me
She sways in her velvet dress and pulls me towards her in the dark
while the others rest
while the others rest
while the others rest
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Permalink Reply by Managorth Anora on -
That's some serious shit up there.
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Permalink Reply by Siiri Cressey on
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Yay for necrophilia! "Walk me to the graveyard, dig up her bones" because "dead girls don't say no."
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Permalink Reply by Siiri Cressey on
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I have a hard time picturing Lucifer begging.
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Permalink Reply by Siiri Cressey on
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Whatever works for you. ;-)
House The Misfit Graves said:wait you like it?
Siiri Cressey said:
Yay for necrophilia! "Walk me to the graveyard, dig up her bones" because "dead girls don't say no."
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Permalink Reply by Siiri Cressey on
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WEll you got a reaction -- just not what you expected. Hee hee hee. I figured it was meant to be darkly funny.
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Permalink Reply by Siiri Cressey on
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What the Hell -- sure.
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Permalink Reply by Blake McFarland on -
'Twas at twilight dim --
B'neath the waves there came a hymn,
A lustrous chant -- daylight's vale
A shadow perch'd atop her sail.
Her bow betray'd by the absence of light
Her tomb ashore in the dead of night
A biting north-easterly gale
A shadow perch'd atop her sail
Her crew now wan by the chill of fright
Her crew now pallid b'neath -- star-light
O'er the wretch'd waters wail
A shadow perch'd atop her sail
Sullen skies and dismal shores
Abed upon the ocean floor -- a tomb forevermore!
No soul returned to tell the tale --
A shadow perch'd atop her sail.Once a year b'neath the waves
Amongst the tombs inside their graves
They rise to play -- dance and Hail --
A shadow perch'd atop her sail.
Sit down b'side me -- that I might sing
A ballad of a maiden fair
'Twas b'neath the misty moon of spring
Sojourn on earth -- my earthly stare
She drift'd on beams of midnight's gleam
Her soul a swollen trunk
Her treasures vast -- so tells the lore
Her lapping waves beseech'd the shore.
'Twas my feet -- that she met
As she wash'd upon the shore
'Twas my feet -- that she ador'd
My soul at sea -- forevermore.
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Permalink Reply by Siiri Cressey on
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Mmmm. Do you like Poe much? :-)
Blake McFarland said:'Twas at twilight dim --
B'neath the waves there came a hymn,
A lustrous chant -- daylight's vale
A shadow perch'd atop her sail...
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Permalink Reply by Blake McFarland on
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Ghastly ghouls of Castelul Bran
Your queen has come by night.
A facade of human flesh she bears
Is declined by the morning light.
Alas! No hymn to ward the weary
The many at rest are a feast for Marie
She stalks about the dead of night
Instilling a chill, an unforeseen fright
Your blood may be to her delight
A feast of plenty, the less - least any
Her charm -- the death of many
Until you greet dawn's welcome might
And you will have survived your plight
If you address dawn’s glorious knight
A jest to her is your smile for living
By dawn she will have her thanksgiving
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Permalink Reply by Blake McFarland on
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To oceanus, for whom I gave my soul.
Sit down b'side me -- that I might sing
A ballad of a maiden fair
'Twas b'neath the misty moon of spring
Sojourn on earth -- my earthly stare
She drift'd on beams of midnight's gleam
Her soul a swollen trunk
Her treasures vast -- so tells the lore
Her lapping waves beseech'd the shore.
'Twas my feet -- that she met
As she wash'd upon the shore
'Twas my feet -- that she ador'd
My soul at sea -- forevermore.
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Permalink Reply by Blake McFarland on
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O'er the tempestuous tides there lies
A tomb, that tells the tale of a time.
A tale of untimely terror told
By an undead maiden atop her throne.
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