She told herself it was nothing more
than a fevered dream.
But she can still feel his hands roaming
still feel his breath in her ear
She hated her mortal body
where phantom fangs hurt her teeth
Nothing more than a fevered dream
this open window to another time.
Fevered Dream
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Who are you,
to scream my brothers name,
so loud the crows stop feasting on his eyes?
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Who are you,
to scream my sisters name,
so much the wolves leave her corpse in the snow?
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Who are you,
to have my lovers name on your tongue,
as you watch my family perish?
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Who am I,
to question your mourning,
murder weapon in hand?
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Who am I,
to laugh as I hand your soul
to a waiting god?
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Who am I,
but a goddess claiming the sacrifices promised?
Who Are We?
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Passing images through touch
Passing feelings through stolen glances
If I'm so full of everyone else,
how can I know me?
Where do the others stop and I begin?
Can you tell when you look at an after-image
or do you even see them at all?
My heart doesn't fit on my sleeve,
as I'm forced to care for those around me.
Empath
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I am constantly waiting to wake up
My ears straining to hear the beeping of an alarm
Or a heart monitor
Anything to say this isn’t real
I must have been a criminal
Because this is torture
Being stuck in a mundane life
Majik stuck in my veins screaming to get out
My skin feels tight and unfamiliar
My soul hovering in the back recess of this shell
Watching through programed eyes
Limbs are heavy
My heart is heavy
If I, with sweet demeanor, am criminal
What kind of world did I come from?
What crime could I have committed
To be given this nightmare
I fear I’ll never wake
Rebel
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Fractured light filters
through cresting waves.
Stars fall in open waters
as salt torn throats sing.
Laments that infuse your soul
with deafening cold
a yearning for life so pure,
you offer yours in retribution.
Odes to those left behind on shore
for they were forced to watery grave
Melodies that ripple across miles,
turning to sung whispers
Echoes that sink rather than skip
until all is asunder
Siren
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Her lips were stained
with the blood of roses
velvet sapphire eyes
poured out oceans
A creature of the earth
trapped and bound in the city scape
Man made stars devour the soul
Of majik born entities
lost in the throws of society
Death of Majik
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A creature born into mortal flesh,
soul older than written word,
tied to her earthly prison
with no control
This life the pentacle of her past selves
and they all meld together
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At summer end with oldest star
war upon us near and far
secrets awaken
lives will be taken
human and fae
majik be as it may
Fae Side
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Build me an open temple
out in a quiet wood.
Grab stones from the oldest quarry
tell the plants its been there for centuries.
The vines will grow and cover it in tender embraces
the grass will find its way through the floor
just to say hello
The trees will cover it, protect it from the weather that gets lonely.
Take me to the forest temple
and worship me so thoroughly
love is our only language.
Prove to me I'm a goddess in mortal flesh as we descend into thrall.
Remind the world why majik fled
at the mere sound of our names.
Uttered under silent stars
Louder than prayers yet quieter than wishes.