Vampires of Life
She walks through the ages with little effort..
Passionate of what she is, angry for what shez never had..
The world is her play toy to do as she chooses..
a grand game of discipline and intellect, she tempts herself
constantly to keep herself in check. ..searching all the while
for reassurance of the ideals she breaths..for the others that
do the same..
How rare is it that one learns from the pains of Life seemingly
more so than its pleasures.. To take the torments of all you
touch and use them for good surely is a talent left only to mortal
gods.. Walking the Earth, silently spreading your magic, giving Life
where there once was none, yet almost never receiving the credit due
her..ahh, but could the secret exztasy that stems from such a gift be
all that is needed to balance this delicate act?? I often think so.
Why is it that the beauty and grace for which we live, must extract
such a heavy toll on our emotional base...on our personal Life force?
Must the gift of giving seemingly always end in pain?? Perhaps such self
awareness comes with this price..after all, such power must be kept in
the balance, lest the giver be consumed with greed..
For when will the day come when such mortals can walk the Earth with
the recognition they so desire..? Perhaps this time has already passed..
Perhaps, now, their children stay incognito and work their magic in
silence..knowingst only to others of their kin, to avoid being burned at
the stake again..
And yet we are always left to ask,
"What is it that I stand on, when the world is upon my shoulders..?"
Gregory Alexander Poulos
Reason for writing:
Written after meeting a friend for the first time..Its about those who enrich others by taking in
their experiences and emotions and reflecting back the essence of what they seek..
Birth sign: Not entered
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