7# Tales from long ago - Whisper.

No longer of God, my barriers broken,

my morals intact, though merely a token.

Has led to a path steeped in sin, free of guilt,

ripping God and his sword, from my heart, by the hilt.

Blade shattered through striking hell's cage around soul,

its pieces no more than a memory of old.

Cut through with fresh ease on the depth of my sin,

and sharpened and honed through blood rites of my kin.

In vampire breeds, my heart became stricken,

of wife and our clan, of our truth God forbidden.

With lust and desire, with hunger and thirst,

with love in my heart, I cared not for curse.

Beyond any foodstuff or finest of wine,

my need crude and based, raw, unrefined.

All thoughts pushed away, until deep urge is spent,

no care within mind, of others dissent.

Heart pounding and pounding and pounding and pounding,

the cost to my soul, is in Satan's accounting.

Mind cloudy, elated, true focus is feeding,

licking and lapping, and sucking wounds bleeding.

I'm lost in the scent of sweet fruit and lime,

of wife and her sister, their scent is sublime.

Our bond within trinity, sealed through their blood,

I'm lost to their taste, and the warmth of vein's flood.

I knew you would find me, my wife, my Beloved,

my destiny waited, uniting in blood.

I remember your scent, sweet fruit and lime,

at time of first meeting, it felt by design.

Held to your whisper, etched on my heart,

deeper than any bite, brand or mark.

Met with a kiss, on the left side of neck,

by that time I knew, my soul was lost cheque.

Both knowing my truth and my depth of devotion,

matured from my love, of Satan most cloven,

as leaf from its tree, helplessly floating through pain deeply woven.

I waited through years to find life through your whisper,

my soul alone, a simple drifter.

While searching through time for your place in the crowd,

searching each day for your name said out loud.

Truest Beloved, your beauty strikes heart as the wind hits a sail,

my love for you, my holy Grail.

I foresaw how deeply my soul would be lashed.

Yet knew I would die at your feet if you asked.