As the city below bustles with life,
!sit on the roof and observe all below.
The echoes of their foot steps along the rain soaked streets of Seattle.
the laughter, the pain the quiet suffering.
Some is shouting in the streets over to the north.
a lovers quarrel perhaps
I hear the ships come and go in the harbor the sound of their horns in the night.
But yet I can still feel her.
Among all these distractions I can still feel her.
Even now the biter sweet smell of autem I can smell her perfume.
But yet its been centuries since we said good bye. centuries?
Really that long ago?
Has those nights in San Francisco at the turn of the century been that long?
Or when our eyes first met in Paris?
Ah pairs those Victorian times.
We blend so well with those of high born .
Old money and foolish wealth and whims.
Sheep she called them sheep to the slaughter.
Our private joke as it were.
They were food for our kind and naive to the blatant fact. She always said only the idiots and the desperate become criminals.
And those criminals be high born or low born had became our feast.
We visited London during the white chapel crimes.
Unawares to what was truly going on.
We found him one night after a fresh kill.
I looked deep into his eyes and knew for an instant he was one of us.
But he looked wild a mad man if you will
He challenged the police, he challenged those of the royal authority,
He challenged the whole human race to end his suffering and
this senseless slaughter
The Elders soon brought him to justice. Our justice The ashes will never be found.
It wasn't soon after she wanted to go else where to be alone to contemplate our existence.
I do believe that the sight of the mad man made her wonder if we will all go mad eventually.
I didn't argue. How could I .
I loved this woman ... and possibly still do.
So I took my leave to New York, and left her with a kiss on her lips.
I wandered round and saw many things, culture , times and people change.
The 1st world war
I was saddened when I received news of my friend
Ferdinand was assassinated.
And there was nothing I could do about it.
I went to the council and was sternly denied to raise him.
He was of royal blood and would raise suspicion to us.
So it was then i decided to go to San Francisco
I was leaving the theater when I caught her scent
I tracked her down
I turned her gently round...
and stood speechless.
There she stood ,the angel who holds this now cold and empty
heart!
We spent a month together.
She still searching for her truth.
She left me august 19th 1917.
I have only seen her in my maddening dreams.
In an oblivion I let time slip through my hands.
I ache for her, even now
My close friends call me the melancholic fool,
perhaps their right.
How ever the case may be this place is now and has been for some time
my home.
And night after night I will wait.
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Behind her eyes
I liked what you wrote at the bottom of your "about me" portion. Very interesting. Is it yours? Or something you borrowed? I think there are a lot of people who feel like that. Anyway, Hello!
Have a wonderful Birthday! .gif)
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