Deep in the hallows
the sanctity turns,
Feeding the fire
and feeling the burns

The bells do toll
at the midnight hour,
Rises above
he gains his power

Darkness surrounds
like the cloak of his breath
he feeds his soul
with the drink of their red

Breathless lass
falls to the floor,
Out of his arms
she is no more

One more victim
one hundred years
taking its toll
no more tears

The sun start to rise
he begins to sleep,
Shadows and fears
Everyone weeps!!

The sea calls out her name,
soft whispers hidden in the sound of the waves that gently break against the shore,
holding out my hand I touch the empty air,
it reaches back yet I feel nothing but the cold,
salt filled mist that swirls through my soul.


© H V Swan

I look at the old scars
faded on your wrist now
and I pray you come to realize
you already made it through one time

Now your new scars
the wounds gaping open in your heart
and I pray you choose to believe now
you can make it through this time

A broken heart can heal with time
wounds will close
scars will fade
but memories can be the most painful of all
so you have to choose to push them away

Yet there is a promise to hold on to
that there is Light to see you through the pain
He will not leave you, He will not change
He is here with you
God, He remains