Between Darkness and Light-By Miraj and Dawn

Miraj and Dawn are happy to announce that they have something to show now. Please bear in mind that this is an ongoing story in parts and here is the Prelude and first two parts of the series: Between Darkness and Light The Prelude From taloned fingers of night an icy chill permeates this realm where the smell of fresh blood saturates the foul air, where flowers are scared to bloom upon the breeding ground of darkest nightmares, where, in this kingdom of the undead, there stands its shadowless king. ****** Part One Glory to the darkness! Mortals call me King of the Damned Though I teach them to respect Still, idiot heroes try to oust me. I could show them the path to Bliss, A world devoid of pain and sorrow A realm of joy for being, For quenching thirst, sating hunger. Blood--my only craving. Is that really too much to ask for? Insignificant, compared to their desires And sins -- the root of their evil. Still they do not learn For death becomes their barrier But I know the secret, The end of their life, the beginning of mine. When fear, doubt, attachment and feelings disappear Body and mind begins its beautiful transformation The thirst grows slowly inside And resurrection happens in the world of darkness. Where you live with no past or future And relish purification within What was once your nightmare Will now be your passion. Come mortals, do not fear me Let me be your mentor. I invite you to my world Grant me your blood And I will grant you your freedom ******* Part Two I hear the words spoken through your bloodless lips each one razor-sharp, meant to hurt, yet they issue from a soul tortured, lost to reason by this controlling lust. I see you, in a form momentarily undefined as if you will leave no impression when you pass. I detect neither charity nor conscience in your stately pose, yet in your ink-black pupils there is great sorrow, and sorrow dwells in the same house as love, so I know you have the capacity for both within you. Your voice lacks emotion even when you speak of draining life from those you no longer recognise as your own kind. But... when you steal their blood, you steal their soul and I wonder if you think that will restore your own to good health. Are you so blind to reason? Converting mortals to immortality; that is God’s work, not yours. Don’t you see? ******* (to be continued) The form and theme was chosen by Miraj. The Prelude was a joint write, Part 1 was Miraj and Part 2 was Dawn...but we both critiqued each other on the way. Critique will be welcomed by us both please.