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The sadistic lust escaping your bower, wilts my feelings like a thirsty flower, Hearts entwined for an eternity, Now broken, my death caused by mutiny, Your desire for posession Breaks like a wave of obsession, The power hungry dragon seeking it's fate, But for fear that it has come too late, It's master now lying split in twain, My dragon's eyes now swimming in mournful pain, Blood streaming from the heavens, Cause you to be separated from your breatheren, Alone, alone like the omniscient moon, Forever now a flower doomed to never again bloom. Quietly you wait to be awakened, Free from desire and lust, soul unblackened, Your

Deep between the threads of silken lies Where bitter truthful thorns amongst lie My frozen heart eternally bound Never lost, always hunted but never found Amidst your hatred there can be no peace Only death and decay lie in a midnight fleece Purest emotion falling like broken wings So as to mock the graceful mortal kings You know no love, no soul Only your oceans eternal control Oh! How you live by many faces Like heat bursting from hell's deepest places For one more night between the dead trees I would give all my earthly fees To lie betwixt the truthful thorns

My name is cassandra, nothing entirely remarkable about me on first glance but look deeper and you'll find something you may not like. I belong to an underground society, we see little sunlight and live in the shadows. For hundreds of years people like me have lived in the shadows seeing nothing of the world above and socialising with naught but our own kind, but that my friend is going to change soon. We hope. I was born in the winter of 1651 on a small farm on the outskirts of Sassari, Italy. I can still remember the smell of the ripened hay as the wind danced through it, the scent of the freshly tilled soil and the feel of the sea breeze