Them of the Tales
Through the times, there have been rumors and stories
How shall we be normal?
For we are not it seems
We are of a breed
Forgotten? Concealed?
Are we the Vampires
Out for the blood?
Are we Pyromaniacs
To start a fire, that can never be smothered?
Our every thought is of each other
Every move, every word uttered
A dagger of a truth
That we have become.
And we stab
And we plunge
Deeper and deeper
Into one another, till we are One.
Consumed by Desire
For each other
Engulfed with a Passion
Of one another.
We flounder and falter
Of intoxication
Of the fumes of our flames
The branding of our flesh.
We touch without touching
We talk without words
We see and we hear and we taste
And we learn.
The Souls of each other
Long forgotten and longed for
We reunite, ignite
That the long lost of love.
That of which legends have told
Passed down through the centuries
For all to behold
We are, them of the Tales.
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