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If I called you, would you come?
Would you run on feet of fire?
Would you fly to me with wings
Filled and formed of pure desire?

If I called you, would you answer?
Would you hear my own heart call?
Would you take what I would give you
Even if I gave you all?

If I called you, would you hear?
Through the thunder and the wind?
Would you lie to tell the truth?
Even though a lie is sin?

If I called you in the morning
Feeling sad and full of fright
Would you rush to calm my fearing?
Would you be with me tonight?

If I called you, if I called you
For I don't know yet your mind
Would you know that I've been calling
With all my heart for all of time.

©by Voo Shining Stone
Sept 16, 2020
2:30 a.m.

The Man In Black and The Woman Who was Not There

Sound of Silence
by Disturbed


Dark Gothic music



THE MAN IN BLACK
and The Woman Who Was Not There


He stood there melting into the shadows
Clothed in black leather
With a long black coat shielding him against the cold
Cold he did not feel.

His icy breath meeting the chill of the air
Made shapes and shadows that hung there,
Danced there until he exhaled again
But he barely noticed.

He had eyes only for the woman, Janaya
She of the long crow black hair
And deep and darkened eyes like bottomless pools
Daring all to fall into them.

He had spotted her exiting the opera house
That frosty winter's night
Hurrying to her carriage, then stopping to look around
As though she sensed his eyes on her.

For a moment, he thought she saw him
Backing into the darkness like a child, afraid
But he was not afraid, he only wanted her to see him
At a time of his choosing.

Looking behind her once more in puzzlement
She ducked into the black carriage
Her dark eyes and creamy skin hidden from him once more
As she was carried off into the night, her perfume trailing on the wind.

Waiting until all the opera goers had departed,
Jevon slipped from his hiding spot and walked in the carriage ruts
Cut into the snow and followed her scent to the shut gates
Of a vast and forbidding castle-like mansion with a dark forest looming behind it.

He quickly scaled the stone walls
And glided across the manicured lawns like an eagle,
Making no sound though his long dead heart pounded like a drum
In his broad and all too human chest.

He watched as candles lit her way upstairs
Carried by servants who bid her goodnight
And made their way back downstairs 
To leave her alone in her chambers now alive with candlelight.

Standing outside on the balcony now,
He watched her remove her exquisite gown and jewelry,
Remove the pins and combs from her hair
Letting it fall down her back in shining waves.

How he longed to run his hands through that hair!
Lift it to his nostrils and smell the perfume of it,
Bury his face in it and relive memories from long ago
When love still touched him like oases in the desert.

But he dared not tonight
He wanted her to want him, come to him 
Of her own free will, not a frightened captive
Who denied him the love he sought out of terror.

He would wait. And observe. 
And come to know her in his time 
For time was his in abundance as ages passed
And passed in a merciless and unbearable loneliness.

The man in black made the first of his return visits
On a night that rang with thunder
And gleamed with lightning bolts
A night wholly alive with rain and chill and unfulfilled desire.

He stood on her balcony watching through a tiny slit of curtain
A lone candelabra stood on a table by her bed
As she reclined and read from a heavy book of poetry
Stopping on occasion to wipe away a tear.

How he wanted to catch her tears and taste them upon his fingers!
Kiss them from her cheeks and see her smile for joy 
He longed to know why she wept and why she spent so much time alone
Rarely dancing with her glittering friends in the ballrooms of the rich.

She was, like him, a solitary creature
Preferring the books of a well-stocked library
And dreaming of things that few might understand
Though on the rare night, they each made their way out into the streets of the city.

She had many admirers and would-be beaus,
Princes of royalty and bearers of titles
But they seemed to be of no interest to her
For she soon tired of them and kept searching for what she knew not.

There was that evening when they had almost met
That night at the symphony and later at the ball
Given by Lord Something-or-Other where he had kept his distance
Staying in the shadows of the over-crowded room and watching.

She melted the ice around his heart that night!
Glowing in an ivory colored gown and slippers to match
Her hair piled high on her head with curls cascading down her back
And framing the face that rivaled the beauty of the roses that filled the halls.

Several times he had to slip outside and contain himself
For he so wanted to ask her to dance and hold her in his arms
The sight of her, the scent of her filled his senses and drove him mad!
And then he would remember who he was...what he was...and pull back.

For Jevon was no ordinary man, no merely mortal man by any means
Some might say he was no man at all but he knew who he was
And that he still had the same needs and desires of any man
Perhaps more so, for he had had more time to accumulate them.

He was hungry. Ravenous.
His body burned with need, his heart, almost to bursting with wanting
So long without a hand to hold, a body to embrace, a mouth to kiss
And he knew in that moment that no other mouth would do but hers.

He watched her dance, swirling and twirling around the floor
In the arms of men that would never deserve her, never know her love
Men who looked at her like thirsting men might worship a glass of water,
Or starving men might gaze at a feast not believing it was real.

He sneered inwardly at them yet at the same time envying them their fortune
To hold that voluptuous and fascinating form in their arms!
To hear the music of her laughter and see her throw her head back
And be close enough to kiss that throat! It was unbearable!

He tried to stay away. For a fortnight, he succeeded
And then again he flew to her balcony and watched her as she slept
The snow had come again and covered the land with it's magic
Every ugly thing had been made beautiful, even the cemeteries full of bones.

He watched her through the lace curtains on the balcony doors
Her face, soft in the moonlight, her throat displayed and begging to be kissed
He felt the pulse in his veins go wild, the rush of ancient blood call out
He fell to his knees in the snow and grasped his hands together till they bled.

Suddenly, she was there at the curtains! Pulling them back and peering out
He dared not move, letting her think he was something the snow had given shape to
She stood there looking up at the moon, not at him
And he could hear her heart beating in her breast.

She turned to go and the wind blew up the lapels of the long black coat
And she gasped and rushed back to the glass doors to see what caught her eye
But he was gone, hidden from her sight in the cloak of darkness
His unusual eyes gleaming hungrily in the night.

Janaya was not a woman easy to know

She kept herself in isolation for the most part

Knowing that the secret she bore

Would surely make the strongest of mortals

Flee from her presence and worse, much worse.

She dared not tell her closest friends,

 (If true friends she had)

For who could understand, accept and receive that hard truth

But scorn it, hate it, despise and seek to wipe it from memory?

On the morning of the day before her twenty-first birthday

She had been taken aside by her caretakers, the old women who had always been there

The only family she had ever known.............

And told a great and terrible secret.

At first, disbelieving, she denied the news

With everything in her

And locked herself in her chambers, refusing food and water

Shutting her ears to the old women's entreaties.

It was too much! Simply too much to bear or believe

"My dear." the two said patiently outside her barricaded door

"Let us in. We have much to tell you before tomorrow. Before it is too late."

But she went out upon the balcony and let them talk to her unlistening door.

As evening fell, she went back inside and prepared for bed

Her stomach rumbled hungrily but she ignored it

A steady rain began to fall but she left the balcony doors open 

And lay in her white sleeping gown and let the rain blow in, chilling her.

There came a loud knock upon her door and she jumped, startled

And hid her face underneath the covers

"Janaya, sweet girl, let us in! It is imperative that you hear us!

You must know what you will face tomorrow when it comes!"

"Go away!" she shouted, "I don't believe you! Why must you tell me these lies?"

But they were no lies at all but a terrifying and awful truth

That she had come to know and accept in the days, months and years to come

Because she had no choice. No choice at all.

And so, she lived in relative isolation there in the many roomed mansion

With only the old women for companions and their trusted servants

They took very good care of her for they loved her like a daughter

And tried very diligently to make her misfortune easier to bear.

But it was a half-life, a life of waiting for the next time, the next horrible visit

The next giving over of her will to that of a detested creature for it's own use

If there was a way to break the spell, she did not know it

But feverishly read every secret book, every ancient scroll...searching for an answer.

On the morning of her twenty-first birthday, she lay in bed, having not slept

And stared out of the opened glass doors and watched the sun come up

It was the thirtieth of December, cold and wintry and promising snow

But when the sun did come up, it did not shine but cast a dark shadow upon her face.

The two women, her "Aunties" she called them, had long since retired and left her alone

Having pleaded with her for hours to let them prepare her for the inevitable
But she did not listen. She denied them at every turn and closed her ears and heart
Feeling somehow that denial gave her safety. But it did not.

Mid-morning, she crept to the door and peeked out quietly
There was a tray of food and milk waiting there
And a letter telling her how very much the "Aunties" loved her
But as she took the tray inside, she heard them weeping as though their hearts would break.

Toward evening, she lay the book of poetry aside, sat up in bed and listened
The house seemed supernaturally quiet as if holding it's breath
Nothing had happened and she was sure that nothing would
She relaxed, let down her guard and smiled at the terrible joke that had been played on her.

Falling asleep, she thought, "I'm twenty-one now. I'm a woman, fully grown
And tomorrow I will begin a new life. I will travel. I will find love. I will live."
She fell into dreams that were bright and happy with expectation, good dreams
But as the hour passed, the dreams became nightmares and worse than that:  true.

A thunderclap roused her and as her eyes flew open, she saw that it was dark
Scanning the room, she witnessed the last bit of candle wax give way from it's wick and drop
She threw back the warm covers and put her feet to the cold floor and then she heard it
A whisper. A voice that did not sound human and yet, how could that be?

A dark form filled the glass doors and pushed them open as a bolt of lightning struck nearby
She saw something horrible that she could not comprehend and cried out
The form entered the room and the room became even darker. Then the thing spoke
"Shhh, Janaya, be quiet. I have waited for this day for twenty-one years and now it is here."

Janaya ran for the door but the door would not open
"Come here!" the thing said. "Don't fight me. You have no choice. You are mine.
For all my years of sacrificing and waiting in the darkness, you are my prize and I will have you!"
And the thing came closer and closer....................................
And molded it's terrible form to hers, into hers, and she was gone.

to be continued.....perhaps???

The Raven's Laugh .............. A Poe-esk write

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The Raven's Laugh

The raven laughed

And flew away

But came to me

Again, next day.

I didn't bid it 

Come to me

But still it came

Though stealthfully.

Sitting on 

A snowy bough

Peeking in

My window now.

It sat there watching

 Half the day

Not even cold

Drove it away.

Watching, watching

As if a spy

The bird with malice

In it's eye.

For from a dream

The thing had come

A living nightmare

And I, it's home.

For many nights

I'd fairly screamed

To wake myself

From what I'd dreamed.

Such bitter sorrow

Such sorrow felt

To see that grave

On which I knelt.

My own true lover

My only love

Blessed by the stars

And sky above.

Blessed by the Blesser

Of all things true

I'd prayed so long,

He'd sent me you.

Such happy days,

Such blissful nights

Till jealousy made

Wrong things of right.

And anger stole

My joy from me

And made me into

Your enemy.

We fought like tigers

And we fought well

Our lover's Heaven

Became our Hell.

You ran away,

I brought you home

I locked you in 

That place alone.

With one small window

To view the world

That could not save

My dark haired girl.

But every day

A raven came

Through snow and sunlight

Moonlight and rain. 

And sat there watching

You through the glass

Till you had withered

And from this life, passed.

I buried you

In a grove of green

Far from the city

And thus, unseen.

But I did not know

Till many days

That one had witnessed

My wicked ways.

That cursed raven!

Your only friend!

Perched by the window

Where it had been.

Covered now

By bricks and mud

To conceal the prison

Of your innocent blood.

And then the nightmares

Began to come

Would not relent,

Leave me alone.

All night in terror

I cried and cried

Dying over and over

As you must have died.

My beautiful lover,

Gone without trace

While your guardian raven

Laughed in my face.

Laughed like a human

With revenge in it's heart

Piercing my soul

With each screeching dart.

And then it was gone

And I didn't know where

How, when or why

And I didn't care.

I found a new lover

With long, jet black hair

Face like an angel's

So sweet and so fair.

Some might call her strange

Some might call her weak

Because she can't laugh

Nor can she speak.

But sometimes, I confess

I wake up in fright

To find her just watching

Above me at night.

I ask her what's wrong

She shakes her dark head

Then violently loves me

In our old hand carved bed.

That is carved with two hearts,

Rambling roses and lace

The moon and the stars

And your pretty, dead face.

(I love my dark and silent lover
With a heart still torn in half

But last night I woke in feathered arms
And I heard that raven laugh.)

©by Voo Shining Stone

Sept 13, 2020

2:33 a.m.

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So help me!!! As I was just now posting this.... A crow or raven right outside the window of this room...laughed Haw Haw two times!!!! It freaked me out!!! What are the odds of that happening!? Never see them around here......spooky!!!!! 👻

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