Of Love and Centuries... - Elizabeth Aldam (dark academia books to read .txt) 📗
- Author: Elizabeth Aldam
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By all that stays unmoved,
by all that turns and bends,
I will find you, my beloved,
alive or in a vault at rest.
I am the one you met before,
in times forsaken and gone,
the one that loves your body
and worships your sweet soul.
Tied to immortality and fog,
to rivers and bridges under mist,
I am the one I have always been.
a creature of countless nights,
looking for who once, long ago
against all, belonged to him.
Yours will be the only kiss
who will welcome me into life
or cast me away to eternal death,
I shall take the risk as lovers do,
and defy all to become yours
just as you dared become mine
in times lost in dark memories,
under stone bridges and masks.
Nosferatu.
"Nosferatu."
Roaming the nights,
blessed under darkness,
he seeks his beloved
through centuries of mourning.
He is indeed damned but love
has not forsaken him.
He waits, unable to die,
she waits, unable to live,
he longs to be reunited with her,
she waits for his lethal kiss.
She will join him in his realm,
life without him in no life.
She is his and he is hers,
they share the same blood.
Vampire-From the abyss of time,
the mysteries of stones,
the dust of centuries,
the memories of old,
the darkness of vaults,
the yellowed frail lace,
the time of sad parting,
the silence of fields
and the silence of graves...
From all this and more,
he still searches for her,
she still waits for him,
wrapped in white lace,
sleeps in the knowledge
he will come for her,
she is his and he is hers.
Promise.From the abyss of despair,
from the bitter edge of pain,
from the vortex of climaxes,
from life-wrenching desire,
from never-ending, fierce lust,
I can tell you in muffled whispers
or shout to the arid whirlwinds
that I will look for you everywhere,
crossing life, time and centuries,
till I find you again, dressed in lace,
and you agree to become mine,
in a circle of fire and cursed love,
in the ancient darkness of vaults,
with the full moon as our witness.
Night decision.He goes to sleep
with the first rays of sun,
he has roamed the city
she used to love,
he has gone to sleep
and has learned, at last,
she has not woken up yet,
life has not reclaimed her,
she is asleep in death.
And doomed as he may be
he will claim for her,
he lost her centuries ago,
to rules and gods of men,
but now he will defy all,
he´ll bring her to his world.
And thus he falls asleep,
he has to dream and hope
for a blissful dark night,
for a black sky with no stars,
to hide his stealthy steps.
She, the one who is waiting,
will be his at long last.
ResurrectionHe roams the streets,
he remembers the place,
he used to see her there
and then dream of her face.
He walks in the night,
he just hates the day,
he knows his steps,
he knows his way.
The vault stands straight,
its dome circled by mist,
in its stone carved heart,
his beloved lies asleep.
He goes down the stairs,
he will see her at long last,
he is tired of waiting
for her to come to life.
The steps tremble in fear,
a lover has crossed thresholds,
a lover has come!
He knows where she is,
she is in the deepest of depths,
there she lies, embalmed
and all wrapped in white lace
Her beauty forever intact,
waiting for centuries,
her soul still lingering
around the grey fiery stones.
He calls her name softly,
she hears him from far away,
he, who once arose her senses,
is calling her back to life.
He kisses her pale lips
and waits under a pale light,
she knows it is him,
he has come for her at last,
she welcomes her soul again
and moves into his arms.
And there they stay,
together, at last,
her vault is their home,
her stone niche their bed,
together they will roam
the city of the dead.
Centuries of utter grief,
centuries of gnawing desire,
now they melt away,
in the spiraling vortex,
in the welcome madness,
of a thousand climaxes.
No more pain for them,
together they in love dwell,
and no man, or god, or force
will make them part again.
Imprint
Text: Elizabeth Aldam
Images: I took this pic myself.
Cover: It is my own pic.
Editing: Elizabeth Aldam
Translation: It is in the original language, English.
Layout: The content of this book was published separately in Booksiesilk under the name of Lizziewolf.
Publication Date: 06-29-2019
All Rights Reserved
Dedication:
To those who enjoy love stories.
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