Cradle my beloved sorrow.
Caress the tears that so blindly loved.
Stranded is my soul.
Dark and empty, the loneliness.
So long the soul waits for salvation
No longer to feel the touch ...... Sin.
I hear the will-o-wisp...
Its song with all my heart is sadness
Filled.
A dying spirit, blind and struggling.
Will tomarrow bring pain...
...or the sweet rage of hates delight.


~Xaviera~


My Mask

Will you look into me and see the struggling spirit that I am

Will you look into my eyes and see
the need that hides

Will you look and see the broken heart

Will you look and see the soul that cries

Will you look into my eyes and see
Me

Or will you only look Upon me and see the Deformity

X. @{---


DEATH'S PROMISE

You did not want to stop for death ... so he kindly stopped for you.

I stand in the shadow of Death as he takes your hand.
You look into his eyes and smile as I look into yours and cry.

Never fear Kitten all is well, it is right.

Death steps between us and it is his eyes I look upon.
I smile, for he is all you told me, and more.
Humbled by my disbelief I look to the ground.
Forgive me, you are all I never dared dream you would be.

Death placed his hand upon me and raised my eyes to his.
Placing a kiss upon my forehead this promise he made to me.

One day I will return for you and return you to your fathers care.
Untill then Live as he taught you.

I stood in the shadow of Death as he took you from me, and I
smiled for I knew you left with a friend.

I miss you no less but I grieve no more for I know that he
will return for me and tho I may not want to stop for him he
will kindly stop for me.


X. @{---

Invaded Dreams

The moon rises to life as the sun drifts away...
She spreads her gentle light across the land.
All is quiet and peaceful.
Gradually, as she comes to embrace me,
the visions begin...

Each night I watch him awake within his windowless chamber
As pale as marble, cold as ice, he rises from the sleep of the dead
Each night I watch him as he hunts
Feeding on the lost of the city as he goes
He Hunts the Crone
Looking for Release
For the true Death
As always she refuses him
Forcing him back to his chamber once again to hide
While I cry myself awake in the embrace of the suns warmth

X. @{---

CLAN

Silver White is he, to this one I have been pledged.
Am I to die as my sisters before me. A sacrafice to his living.

I am as nothing to him, a faceless entity to serve his longings, his desires, and his apitites.
But I REMEMBER , I know him for what he is.
His seeming does not work on me, and I will fight for my life, I will not be lead to slaughter as a lamb.
Unlike my sisters who went willingly, I see his heart and it is black.
I feel the approach of death in his touch.
But I am the first to draw blood, and in his astonishment I am gone.
For I am not the simple kitten he thought me. I Have Claws, and feel no shame in their use.
Die I may surely do, but I will not offer my neck to him. I will not let him trance me into taking pleasure from my own death.
A sacrafice to the Clan I may be, but I will never give my life to such as he.
One of the Clan is near I can feel him search.
But I will die here where I hide before I sacrafice my life to him.

All I see is black hair cascade down before my eyes as you bring me from hiding.
Of the Clan you are, but you I can not fight.
Within your eyes I see Hope
In your touch I feel Love
Within your soul I see Salvation

Within me I feel Recognition.

X. @{---