My name is written in stone yet it is not my own.
My flesh is of ash and my blood of water.
My soul is lost,waiting to be found
even though to me is it not bound.
My eyes of an eternal flame and a mark respects my name.
An old thing i am ,though one not to be held.
My passion is not one to yeild.
My kiss is a poisenous thing marking only death.
My sadness is of foul dismay to any who chance upon me.
My love is of the one that is not near me.
Though i wish not to cause the pain of lives so lost.
Many who wish to love such an animal as i are lost
that could loose thier soul at such a cost
but one day should you chance upon one such as me
take away the lonely,
the sadness,
and pain
and put me out of my misery.
but by fate should we cast our glance to one another
should you past me without a look about your shoulder
should your soul be sweet to me
then tis' be i who put you out of you misery
or shall you choose to stay with me?
as lonely a beast such as i you can join
to spare you would be by the flip a coin
perhaps by chance, only if you can,
walk with a souless man?
By: AngelofTheo
