Time.

The early Victorian period is often romanticised in modern literature and film. The intellectuals in that time knew that their world was hellish and romanticised the medieval period.  Which was horrendous,  and in which people romanticised the classical period. In the classical period, they romanticised a Golden Age which may or may not have ever existed.

I pity the poor bastards in the future who will romanticised our age.

Seeing in mist and shadows,
Makes the stars shine brighter,
After lifetime's of darkness,
Endless evenings seem lighter,

Virgin lips and virgin shores,
Hold far sweeter treasures,
Than home's long open doors ,

We upon this Earth ,
Are born always to die,
Human Souls - like eagles -
Were made only to fly.

Moonlight Sentinel.

The stars are black,
And they are falling,

The wolf,  with distain
Is mournfully calling,

Unrequited luna love,
The Sky's unfurling.

Last Nights of Summer.

Bats in the twilight,
Butterflies of the night,
Dance in the bleeding sky,
Watching the sun die,

A gentle breeze dancing,
So silently hailing
The approach of thunder,
To strike all asunder,

Soaring before the tempest,
Smashing the night's rest,
Hammering the sky,
As lightning bolts fly,

Yet storms are healing,
Bringing one a feeling
Of peace, after rain,
Tomorrow, bats fly again.

Hungry

The Vampire does not care
For the clothes you wear,
Or the sweet smell of your hair,

Your beauty pleases the beast,
Lust, it feels at least,
Yet, 'tis hungry for the feast,

When it holds your body tight,
One thought fills its sight,
Your blood, alone, is its delight.

Spectators on The Shining Path, part 4

   She stayed in my fortress for over three moons. As I expected, she worked well, and my men respected her stength and wisdom. We became close, a little too close.
   I learnt to perform most tasks with my left hand and saw her struggle bravely on her wounded leg.

   From the window of my tower, I watched the sun set over the purple fells.
   Molly entered my room without knocking, which was unlike her.
   She wore a fadded grey robe, which she silently removed to reveal herself. I do not expect you to believe me when I tell you that it was the first time that I noticed quite how beautifull she was.
   'I want you,' she said simply,' take me now.'
   My shock must have been apparent.
   'We need to breed more soldiers for the next war,' she explained, as though it was obvious.
   'Lady... Molly... I think not.'
   The change rolled across her like a summer storm. She snatched up her robe, and her pretty face was contorted with rage.
   'Sir, you insult me mortally- and I demand satisfaction,' she said.
   I put down my horn of wine and took stock of the situation.
   'As the challenged party, I have the choice of weapons,' I stated.
   'Yes,'
   'Then I choose hammers which are so heavy that they are impossible to lift... Molly, we live in a brutal age, and sometimes it is good to do impossible things.'