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Tmvg

When she appeared to me
Like all visions, she promised me everything
Then a feeling overcame
Something I can't explain
Why
It's something I find so hard to believe
In anything of what was, what is, or what was supposed to be
"It's all so clear-" she says- "only you refuse to see,
even if the truth were realized right there before your
very eyes..."
I think I'm hypnotized

-by-

Her standing there
Illuminated by the silver moon
A grace through which she moves, bending time
While I, lie, still-exposed in my
self-composed and divested shame
Then I, feel inside, I feel like something in me's changed
I'm pained by a wound so deep
A wound so deep it bleeds
It bleeds for her

Such sweet temptation
For you I'd do any and everything
To prove myself to you
A need to justify, why, I find it so hard to explain
Something about her's changed
She seems to fade away
Till she's almost too phaint-too-see...



The Opening

by

Tmvg

"What are you!?"
It makes no sound. Moments ago, it seemed to leap but soundless, from out of nowhere, moving too fast to be seen; over into the shadow outside the sphere of candlelight...
And I mustn't exit the circle. The covenant decrees- Be Warned!: Notice Not that which may be Lurking in the Shadows... Once the Gate has been Opened, and Until it finally Closes, Only Death Exists Outside the Circle...
It only makes a deep, wheezing/breathing sound, and sometimes a scuff on the floor as if it shifted a weight much heavier than it would appear to have.
But unmistakable there, even in the dark, are its eyes! Cold, like stone... Or a chilling flame... Watching... Even in the shadow, it seems they reflect back the candlelight which does not even reach them...