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House of Night PoemMarked by the goddess,
Thrown in a world unknown.
Must learn to be a vampyre,
While learning to be a teen.
Betrayed by those around me,
Like a dark unseeing force.
Slipping down a dark slope,
Unable to reach for a familiar hand.
Chosen by the goddess,
For a war that I want no part of.
How can I save a world that rejects me,
Shunned by all around me.
Untamed by a whisper of true love,
A tragic love blooming in the shadows.
Will my love untame me,
Or to haunt me forever.
Hunted by women of lies,
Scheming and deceiving others.
How ideal it must be to be perfect,
Never having to be true to myself.
Tempted by a slip of power,
I torment myself for falling for it.
The perfect stage performance,
Of a vicious actress.
Burned by love,
How can I love another.
Vampyres and demons dancing,
How bitter sweet, just for us.
Awakened by the one who is true,
How could I ever believe such a thing.
But will my choice destroy everything,
Or will it be everyone's mournful salvation.
Destined by the goddess t
SeasonsYou said that I caused your fall,
like the burning leaves of autumn.
When I told you I could still feel,
that beautiful, warm love,
you turned to me with a cold stare,
frigid to my chest.
You froze my heart,
you numbed my skin,
but you never froze the drops of the sea,
running down my face.
You said its different now,
I should give you a fresh start.
My heart began to thaw,
when you said,
I was as pretty as a flower.
Your eyes blazed with passion,
while I began to blush.
That's when I remembered,
I was your dreadful downfall,
and I started to drift away.
HumansYou are incapable of being kind,:thumb203030851: :thumb217362817:
Being mean out of some weird love.
We human beings suck at life,
None of use can leave anything alone.
Is it that we lack true intelligence,
Or is it that we just don't care.
Are we just selfish people,
That we must control it all.
Our passion is our hunger,
Our hunger is our inspiration.
Our desperation is our hatred,
Self destruction is our end.