Irish

`Twas but a memory... So long ago...

It Starts as any good story should, Once apon a time, Or shall I say...`O sae ne'er to long ago. There is no Place in this world for such a tail, Nae...No place in this age, `Twas long ago in the would world, That days of Beowulf and this now, a story set deep in the the Irish Mour. `twas but days ago in my eyes. Looking onto the fields of Green, Lengthening my days...Till all the end was at the ocean, Blue and Clear. And to and fro my eyes did lead my mind. Thached room, and but a lean to in a world of castles and nights. But a Boy, Sitting alone near the Fire at night, Huttled apon the cold sod floor...Begging bu bread in the still night night air. No Chimeny...the House was bare, the cracks that rests and nustle in the warmth of the house, tel all in, and all out, like the house itself. a Welcoming warm enviroment. Money in the name, of Honesty, and Dainty gestures. `twas not far from royality among the peasents...Before the the world in my eyes were dragged through hell, The year was sweet and supple, and my mother gave birth to yet another childer...and here we nurished on the lands, my mother, the lad, and I. Here you must think I left my father from the story, but was the mourn of the birth, left to tend the sheep, frozen still in the herd, and now drew breath from hovel...Deep a Valley, Partly Burried in the sickness. Black was that day, In my mothers memory she remebered it well, Telling me of it, Daily. Like some way she would not forsake her love's last day, His soul, and all he proved to be.
So long ago, my head still a buzz, a new flower in this world. Left to care for the few sheep that still held our mark, and the fields that were green as emerald...Set int he lush country. The Washing fo the waves were the only music I knew, and I loved every Essence of them. The Salty air, and the gulls that called headward. Marked in these Paths, Walked, Over and Over, and marked into this world, But a mark like any other to Fade. `Twas days after my Brother was born, I Stood apon the Cobble Fence, Stoned Piled to mark out land, and as I looked upward, the sky was meniucing with the hand of Death, Dark fingers, and the Coils of Lighting Cracked downward, Bring the Sheets of Rain, Like Frozen Sleet, But Liquid, Pour down onto him. I fadded back, and Goveled under a near Tree, and Prayed that my family and I would see the day. Ne`er had I cried...My eyes Stained the earth and feed the rain, Like midnight fallen, in mid day, Black as pitch and quenching the will of the earth. I stammbled, and the storm only lengthened....A day I Crawled, and Whinned under the Tree...And when the Storm was left, Puddles marked my world. The crop fallen, then Sheep Lost in the boundless arena of this isle.
     Ah, Now only a single day had passed, and my world left in shambles. I stood, and I quivered, as the same path I ran in Joy I now struggled with every step, and over the hill, a fallen house, mere smoke calling up to me, and the absent moans and cries of a forlorn woman, another lose. Somewhere in the night, the Chidl had Fell ill, left but the Cough, and Sputtered, and the world was drained from him, Crushed out. The last embers of his life still twinkled, when I ran to my mothers arm. My arms thrown around her...Sobbs echo still...Leaning on her, and her on I...We lost most of the day, as my hand raises like another looming cloud to my brother life...so short...as my hand wiped over his face...still damp with tears and rain...His eyes Closed...Eternaly. Twas a Day before the Water had left me enough soil to dig a grave, My mother; Left in the fallen home cried here eyes away, and her life to...I seen it comes...`Twas not much dime beofre her life would be given back to the world aswell. I; Weak, and still a Child set my baby brother in a shallow unmarked grave, Leaving but a stone, Stark white, as if was placed her by heaven...As I went back to our Home; What was left, Tears Stained my cheeks, and my emotions burnt deep into me. I was somewhere lost in deismal, As my mother was. An` soon, No more than a Week, Her to left me.
The water like fire, Left the crops damaged and not a stock stood, as i walked the paths, the lines of the fallen plants...as they Heads bowed, in Sorrow. MY mother left in the Staw and Wood House, as Soon smoke Raised upward, a Rampend Fire to LEavel the Home to Ash....Set by a Son that lost his mind...Unable to Draw in the last of his breath, Unable to ..Understand, Left alone. He walked the Paths of the Feilds....Seeking the Ocean to Drown himself...as he passed field apon feild, Left the Same...Families Burring the Dead at the Doorstep, and fleeing their Homes...Nothing but ash and rot seem to Follow me across the country, the Boy me...Left my Mother in a Flameing Haven...to Save her - To save me. Would not a nother tear shred, For I was dried up...My body showed it, Frail...Sunbeaten, Nearly Starved and left nothing but the water that Follows the rain, at my heels to Quench my Thirst....
     Often somebody would offer a meal, a Bed, But passed a dry shrug, as I walked onward, Like the Omen of Time, as I did pass, so did time, Rapidly, The Houses Shiveled and Burnt, the People Withers to Old age and Died...and I still Held my Youth, In each step the Feilds would Yellow and be Thrashed down, and in the next they would sprout and grow anew under my feet. Years pasted, and Not a day seen in my eyes...Age seems to be Lost long ago...A Corpse without a soul..As I finally meet the Bustle of a City. `Tis a Shock, a Young Country boy, Now onto the vast city, apon the Ocean, a Harbor. Was it the people, or just the blurr that seemed to have taken his innocence...Beggers, and Slaves seemed to Shave the Streets with him, as Carraiges andHorses Carried Lord, to their Manors, and the Streets carried Me to alleys, Rat infested hollows. And here I wasted away, eeding apon what I could Uncover....Rats did not miss the hunger that I could not feel...For so long only water rested within me...Now it was like the fest that I craved...Weird...The way it Happened. Seeing the Veins Expand, and Twist, Feelign their heartbeat. Alone so long...and now a Heightened Sense of all around me, as even the Images apear apon humans. I knew not Anatomy, Nor was I schooled in any maner...But I seemed to grow, and Change. I could Understand, I could Write...and Soon...Not long after I first Rat I Consumed; Even in that, `Tis a weird thing. Not to Feed apon the Flesh, but to Drain the Blood, and Drink it. A Man aproched, as I scurried back into the darkness, and Loomed over it as its Ruler...I had a Rat in my hand, and Blood Pouring down my face...Here was where the Story Turns, and I guess so did I.
     Little did I know, and less of the darkness. Now I found Salvation in, It was now...Something Deeper and Romantic, As the Man step into the alley, his body seemed to fuse into the shadows, a word left my lips...One I did not Understand at the time; But Now I know means for a Vampire to Fuse with the darkness around him, Obfuscate. many things I didn't understand but came to me like waves...as this man drew closer...It was like the father I never knew, I think he felt that as he engulfed me in his arms. Moments, I guess passed, But it seems like a lifetimes, as the world around uss seemed to twisted...Aged, and Greyed. Then as Sharp Pain and a Hiss as a burring entered my neck. I stummbled back alittle apon my knees, but I was held Fast. it was like my Life was being drewn away...As the Man before me Faultered back, Screaming...His mouth Gurgled with Blood, as he Lunges back into the shadows, as his Body Shattered to Embers, Flames that Danced then were losted. My neck Healed Instantly...Feeling ti with my Cold Fingers...Never before did I knew...Just how cold I was. Like Ice. I drew up, as the shadows Now climged to me. Laughed echoed in the Chambers of the alley, as I looked up and meet the Eyes of a another like the man who just meet me. Manic Laughered seems to echo from is Aura, and he didn't seems to motion his lips at all. I was Lost...as I stared upward, as he Places a Hand onto my Shoulder, and harked the words...."True Blood" Then Disapeared from my life...From this world that I once thought I knew. I was the Creater, the Destoryed. Emotiuons were my Ink, and to the world I painted my Sorrow. Years have since past, and In eternal Solitude I sit...With a Small burnt Wook stake I scribble my words, Charcoal will be my tales true form; Burnt like me. So, here I leve you with but the Worlds Echoing in my head, "Your already dead."