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The Life in the Haven
Today I don't regret that I stopped by in the Haven, what DaCross and Anastasia, my new family called
their Keep. I met allot off family and friends. Crafty, DaCross's childer who became more then a
sister to me, got married to a
wonderful man named Lord Drax Hammerhans who at the time thought he was Caitiff,
meaning clan less. In later years we found out though that Drax had a sister named Eve and over her we found out that he is off the Clan
Assamite.
The years went by and I was taught allot from DaCross and the rest of my Family who had allot of skills in fighting and Magic to teach.
I enjoyed every minute of the teaching and training they could give me. Even though they had to have
allot of patients with me.
Now everyone knows, that good times are usually followed by bad times and believe me it was
coming faster then we wanted it to.
It started when out of the blue one night DaCross's brother Damar showed up in our home.
DaCross had never talked about him and today I understand why. He was a werewolf and evil incarnated! After trying to get rid of him, by letting him know that he was not welcome, the real trouble started to arise.
I don't want to get too deeply into what he had all done to us, because it just hurts too
much. But I will tell you
this, he killed Crafty who at that time had a little mortal child to raise with the help of some Ghouls, making Drax a widower with child. It took allot of
strength out of me, to pull Drax out
off his depression afterwards. By that time though he had already brought his little
one into
an orphanage and he wouldn't tell anyone which one. I tried to find him with no results. Well
at least I knew that if I couldn't find it...no one could. Damnit I hate losses...
Farewell
I was
bruised and battered, I couldn't tell what I felt, I was unrecognizable
to myself, saw my reflection in the window and didn't know my own face,
oh good fate, gone, leave me, wasting away my life.
I walked the Avenue untill my legs felt like stone, I heard voices of
loved ones and friends, vanished and gone, heard the blood in my veins,
just as black and whispery as the rain.
Ain't no angels going to greet me no more, its just you and I my friend
and my clothes don't fit me no more, I walked 1000 miles just to slip
this sceem. The night is falling, I'm flying away, I can feel myself
fading away, so conceive me brother with your fateless kiss, or will you
leave me just like this?
This seems to be the street of my life..
I have walked this street for so long in my life, plastered with death
and an unrecognizable beat, I only realized what happened after I fell
and now it hurts too much to do even get back up.
I once was swiped away, and now I have nothing to say. Is this the
street of my life?
I have been down this road before.
Before I say good bye, before I turn and walk away, I wish I had the energy for one more try.
I am paying a high price, for letting everyone deep inside, to let some of you in my
heart with your hammers and vices, into that place what I try so hard not
to remember.
 
 
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