The Wind Of Vision and Memory

• Artist: Lebilah Ferngully
• Description: It was hard to place this in a category, for it is a mixture of non-fiction and Poetry. But majority of it is written in a no-rhyme Poetic Essence.
  
  The Inspiration for this piece, was from a current experience involving a friend of mines. When my heart reaches for him,my heart is then quickly restricted and burned from the protection of the Significant other he has.And i had sacrificed much of who i am,just to remain around him,and i used my avatar as a focal-point :}
  
• Date: 11/30/2009
• Tags: sadness loneliness darkness forbidden love

Upon the sand,
Do my feet walk.

Upon the starz and moon,
does my gaze stare.

And during this time of solitude,
do the trail of liquid loneliness,
drench my dark cheeks.

Cold waves of emotion wash over the silent heart,
in-tune to the waves caressing my feet.

The image of forbidden romance, with Three Horns upon his crown,
curls my lips and closes my eyes as the wind whispers memories into my ear...

~*30 minutes later*~

Her head down,
as she watches her feet take turns hitting the ground.

She should i have realized,
She was inlove since her Red eyes first gazed on him.

And now she is racing the Earth,
Wanting to be soaked in his love, no matter how wrong it would be.

The sand thickens,
the Moon Hides within its own Shade,
Her lungs scream for Blood and Magic,
But still her feet pounds three times as much as the beat of her heart.

He is right in her path, in her grasp,
But the Hunger of blood, the need for Magic rips her and feeds at one another.

She sinks into the sand, not knowing she has collapsed,
Screams of Thirst, Agony, Greed, and pure ache destroys her Will and her trachea.
And she fades into everlasting hunger, everlasting Denial, and never-ending Death,
while he continues to thrive without ever knowing what sacrifices were made for Love.


~*36 Minutes Before*~

At this very moment, as he smiles and comforts the very-much-alive Vampire Dark Elf,
She opens her Red eyes with a gasp of air that silences his loyalty.

The waves crash against her frozen feet,
The moon flickers in and out of reality, like Morse Code, behind its Shade,
The sand Swallows her feet, rooting her into his prescence.
The Wind whispers in her ear to not let the 'Vision'ary memory come to pass,
And her heart beats, ticking like a Bomb.

She raises her eyes to his, the dark worried eyes that penetrate her reasoning...


But what happens next, Depends on you twisted and your Rating....