This is where all the poems, unless specified by the artist, will be placed.~Goddess Rip

Every moment I see your face,

The moments do not last long enough.

Every day that you're not with me,

Those days are endless.

Missing your smile,

Missing your voice,

Missing your spirit.

That tears roll down my cheeks.

Hours turn to days,

Days turn to weeks.

My heart weeps.

I'm missing you.

I miss your strength,

I miss your gaze,

I miss those eyes that put me in a daze.

I want you back...

I'm missing you...

Come home beloved...

Come home.

Christine, aka *Dark Lord's Bride*

He is the warrior king of his kingdom, but he is a darklord of rage and fury as well. He sits in his throne his eyes cold and unfeeling, he thinks of his enemies, he’s been still totally to long. And he feels his brides and his peoples cries for vengeance now, he feels their pain and agony they need him.

His own brothers darkness screams in his own soul, a scream of pure rage and absolute fury. The cold ice in his heart is about to explode in the faces of those enemies, now its time for him to take them down and out little by little. Their souls shall be rendered without mercy, without remorse and without pity.

He strikes for his children of the night his creatures of the night. You look close in his eyes and you see nothing but intensity of his thirst for vengeance and blood. He walks off his throne goes to the window and stares out into the night, he howls in rage and fury. You can hear and feel this warriors hatred.

Now he starts to walk out of the throneroom his fists clenthched tightly and his eyes rolled back into the back of his head. He is now walking to the graveyard and he walks into the night, the moonlight shining on his handsome face. He swings wildly and destroys a headstone thawt was there nearby. Its time for him to bring fear back into the WWF!!!!!!!

Julie Ann Kitchell *The Wolfpachowler*

The night sky screams for his return, he know its time but hes still in pain. His face twists into a mask of rage and hatred, a cold shot of the reality of his own pain goes through him like a hot knife through butter. He knows that he cant get back in the ring right now at least not full time, but there is something inside of him that needs to get back to doing something to help his brother.

Lighting slices through a gravestone sending the pieces going off into different directions, but he feels that strike go right through him as well. He can feel his childern of the night, his creatures missing him and calling him back but they know as well that he is not ready. Thats where his own frustraion at his situation comes into play.

Now what he thinks his wives and his people all demand his return but they all know that its impossible for him to return at the same time. Now he knows that there has to be something that he can do but what he wonders as he looks at the night sky. The moon shines its light on his very handsomeface, he closes his eeyes and smiles, soon my creatures and brides I am coming back very soon.

Julie Ann Kitchell *The Wolfpachowler*

The night brothers are now howling in rage and fury for ones betrayal and now they are bonded more by their rage and thirst for blood. The cold shodows of their souls reach out to the people to the creatures of the night. They are bonded by their thirst for vengence and blood. The wolves howl and the storm clouds gather their brides fear for the terms of their lives of their dearest husbands.

Kanes rage blazed white hot inside of him and the Taker knew better then to talk to him right now, he walks to the window looks out on his creatures of the night. He has to come back now but there are so many things that are at stake, his brothers sanity for one, and his own health. But the WWF needs him he knows the enemies, the scum that have desoryed his brothers feelings.

Kane was motionless,was still griving for his lost love. He didnt realize how deeply Kane felt for his first love. They are totally both cold inside they are tearwing apart inside dying because of the slime that have been running his kingdom. They both feel totally helpless.

Julie Ann Kitchell *The Wolfpachowler*

I see your face

And wonder

Is it possible

To love someone

As beautiful

As you?

And ask myself

How God could have

Made a man,

A human,

So magnificant

As you are.

At your exterior,

Seeing someone

Evil and demonic.

Your heart

And see the tears

And hurting wanting

To burst forth

From your heart,

The anguish threatening

To shatter you into

A million pieces.

Out to you,

Touch your face and

Hold you close to me

And tell you

That it's alright,

To love you gently

And for always.

open wide to embrace

you in love and desire,

For you and you alone.

He is the fallen one;

With the jilted halo

Dancing in shadows

Smiling blanks

And is dark hilarity

Still holds like an angel

But is the template for destruction

To polter the geist

And dictate the night

Play the storm and heavenly madness

Of Tartarus and of Eden

He is fable; he is legend

The Raven sings his praise

The Rats gather at his heel

And the Wolves cut his path

Darkest magic- never faltering

He is the tyger burning bright

Tainter and the purest

He will sear you with his words

And fracture you with his laughter

His touch the deadest thing,yet

He spells a corrupted grace

A pagan King and opposite number

All will cower before him

And all will know his name

For he is forever

Sorcha Blake

The resident evil gave

Rise to that infernal fire

And deadened to the grave

The brotherhood lost in ire

The darkened and the scarred

Will live in worlds apart

The kindred love is marred

Hate reaps the hardened hearts

When the day of reckoning came

And truth revealed its face

Heads were hung in shame

The brotherhood has a place

Now the tragic sequel

In the war of disorded blood

The two meet anew as equals

And belie that raging grudge

Sorcha Blake

Seared in body and soul-

The fallen child is lost and found

Will contemplate his burden

To be the ministering angel

And curb the baddening blood

With masked vengeance

And give light to darkened conscience;

And to those who read him differently

Will stand before his burning symmetry

And hail the pained Red Prince

Sorcha Blake

*Serve the darkness and be joyful with trembling *

-The Giver and the Taker-

She went to him at eventide

And crossed into his Shadowland

Fated chance to become the bride

Forgo the light for the darkened hand

His dusky aura overcame

And virtue gaze way to frenzy

Regard the fury and the flame

And she screamed a souful medley

Unbound in wonderous nothingness

Her pain was drawn and yielded

She repented in his arms, fearless

His ancient path unto was lead

When the darktime ended and drew its rust,

She crossed back in despairing agony

He was in her blood, only he to trust

She would return into his ministry

Sorcha

*The Undertaker's Second Coming*

The dark god,long since overdue,

Walks amongst the mortals once again

His kingly entrance

Into the maddening masses

Astride a metal monster

With hair aflame,

Manufactures chaos

With his second coming...

Sorcha

"The Raven's Ark"

On a moonburnt evening

I lay in heavenly fever

Where darkness sleeps

With a smile

His night story is told

In a fabled whisper

It both terrifies and empowers,

He is bad weather on the rising

I feed his code with my tears,

Cleave to him in welded loyalty

And if "pride cometh before a fall"

Then he will be the fall of me

I will stay within his Raven's ark

And celebrate what is pure

And also unmentionable

To the rest...

Sorcha

- The Red For The Black -

"I see Red.."

The Darkman said

"I see Red and I want it painted black"

.............................

He wanted some crazy justice,p> Maybe crucify his very own

- For ashes to ashes

And grudge to grudge-

'Cause when evil plays with fire

The innocent burn

(And blood burns harder than water)

..................................

" I see Red.."

The Darkman said

"And I want it to go BLACK"

Sorcha

-Darkrider Come Forth-

Enter the Darkrider

Pride of Hell's Gate

With the art of pain to sell

His legacy at any cost

To anyone, on ANY time

Not just

Burning down the house-

Bringing it down

Romancing the darkside

In furious glory

He will send the foe south

To the Sandman

And make all repent

As this

Eternal badass

Has time on his side...

Sorcha

~Black Gladiator~

The warrior time

Bore the black gladiator

His pillars stand judgment

As he falls in step

With the house of Mars

Sets forth the battlezone

In waves of chrome

Leather and fist;

- Merges pain -

In jaded rhapsody

Roars

The arena quakes

And havoc has a name again

( Brother to a scarified angel Father to a demon's scheming And HE "will have his vengeance.")

*Modified the last bit from the movie GLADIATOR. Just playing around but generally like the theme of it.*

Sorcha